(Verse 1)
I have sent it in
Till my head's in the bin
And all that's left within
My body is a sin
The weekends on the dirt
Will leave you feeling worked
Too scared to leave your bed
The fear is in your head
All your money gone
Your room hit by a bomb
Inside you know it's wrong
But something keeps you on
The session always wins
Unless you're living in
A world without the pain
Of simply existing
(Chorus 1)
We're all
Slaves to the weekend
And I-
I am no different
(Verse 2)
So it starts again
That old familiar hell
Of Monday until Thursday
Weekends here I'm thirsty
Trying to stay in
And keep away from sin
But WhatsApp's blowing up
The lads are in the slug
So fuck it I'll head to
Cuz now I've got to go
Sure only one or two
I'll be home in a few
The next day I wake up
I'm face down in the muck
And I don't give a fuck
And I don't give a fuck
(Chorus 2)
We're all
Slaves to the weekend
And I-
I am no different
(Chorus 3)
We're all
Slaves to the weekend
And I-
I am no different
(Refrain) x4
It's easy to quit
It's easy to quit
I've done it a thousand times
(Spoken)
Think that's it. That's the one
(Epilogue)
See, you could see me
And Tommy are out for a few beers tonight
But lad, I'm after just thinking one thing
And I never thought of this until now lad
The Scratch are fuckin'... like, go
From the minute, from the first song they play
The Scratch are go
Go, go, go
From the first song they play lad, they are go
There's no fuckin' easin' yourself in the gate there
And that is why I want to get you a beer before the Scratch, because I want to be the first one on the dance floor, and ready to fuckin' dance!
From the first song!
No waiting around and fuckin' easing yourself into like five or six songs
Because then all the good songs'll be over, lad
Get the beer in ya
Get the fuckin... fuckin' crack goin'
Get your weed, whatever the fuck you want to do And get in there lad
And go hell for leather for The Scratch boy
What I'm saying t'y'is; when The Scratch come on stage, it's front of the pack and go hell for leather!