Ready For The Weekend (138 Bpm)

Counterfeit, counterfeit, that's what you're shouting at me
I could run but I'd sooner have this and I make her bleed
Lick the blood stain from your finger, say what do you see
Remind you that whatever you get is what you want it to be

You want it to rain, you get a feeling that's what you choose
And I was told there's not a minute to lose
So if you're waiting jump out your skin
To find the cure for whatever state you're in
I'll tell my good friends get out the way
Of all the lightning hitting the trees today
We get a thrill from clapping our hands
We find the nearest girl and ask her to dance

I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend
I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend
I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend
I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend
Weekend, weekend, weekend

Coming back, coming back to a place where I never knew
Pushing knobs, pushing faders but I don't know what they do
This reflection in my mirror reminds me of you
When I tilt it towards the sunlight you fall out of view

You get a feeling that's what you choose
And I was told there's not a minute to lose
So if you're waiting jump out your skin
To find the cure for whatever state you're in
I'll tell my good friends get out the way
Of all the lightning hitting the trees today
We get a thrill from clapping our hands
We find the nearest girl and ask her to dance

I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend
I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend
I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend
I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend
I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend
Weekend, weekend, weekend
I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend
Weekend, weekend, weekend
I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend
Weekend, weekend, weekend
I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend
Weekend, weekend, weekend