Friday Mourning (Live At Earls Court)

Friday mourning

I am dressed in black

Douse the house lights

I'm not coming back

For years,

I warned you

Through tears,

I told you

Friday mourning, there comes a time

Before that breaks, this very smug mug of mine

This dawn raid soon put paid to all the things

I whispered to you at night time

And I will never stand naked in front of you or if

I doIt won't be for a long time

Look once to me, just once to me

Then look away

Look once to me

Then look away

And when they hold me down the hall

And when they kick me down the stairs

I see the faces all lined up before me of teachers and of parents

And bosses who all share a point of view

You are a loser, you are a loser, loser

LoserA loser

A loserFriday

Friday mourning

Dressed in black

I won't be coming back

FridayFriday mourning

Dressed in black

I won't be coming back

FridayFriday mourning

Friday, Friday,

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