Ready for the Weekend

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 get a feeling, that's what you choose

And I was told there was not a minute to lose

So if you're waiting, jump out your skin

To find a cure for whatever state you're in

I 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 was not a minute to lose

So if you're waiting, jump out your skin

To find a cure for whatever state you're in

I 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