Weekend in Paradise Songtext
von Jamie Webster
Weekend in Paradise Songtext
The wheels have fallen off
It also signs of endin′
You've had enough for hours but ya carried on pretendin′
Ya shoes have lost their shine
The convo's lost it's pace
So now you′re in a taxi feelin′ feelings of disgrace
You've never got no money ′cause of all the times ya lend
Was it a pointless three day bender
Or a weekend in Paradise, my friend?
The spring is in his step on Friday afternoon
There's a feelin′ sweepin' through the air
All the lads are on the blower, they′ll be finishin' soon
In your mind you're already prepared
I′ll phone me man for sugar then I′ll phone our kid
'Cause he′ll cover it til I get paid
Then you're out with all the firm an′ you're off ya lid
Only confident, never afraid
The night draws to a close and now there′s nowhere to go
Ya turn an' look at one of ya mates
There's a lad he know from work and he lives alone
So it′s more sugar an′ a couple o' crates
Well is it one of the times when it′s all worthwhile and you've had a scream?
Or is it burning your bridges at both ends
Same old scene since you were seventeen?
Aw now the wheels have fallen off
It also signs of endin′
You've had enough for hours but ya carried on pretendin′
Ya shoes have lost their shine
The convo's lost it's pace
So now you′re in a taxi feelin′ feelings of disgrace
You've never got no money ′cause of all the times ya lend
Was it a pointless three day bender
Or a weekend in Paradise, my friend?
Some can handle it no more
Some'll do it forever
Spend ya weeks walkin′ round with ya head to the floor
No time for the news or the weather
Ya first pint on a Friday, ya last gin on a Sunday mornin'
It all creeps up on ya in between
No reasons why, no early warnin′
Well if it's one of the times when it's all worthwhile and you′ve had a scream, that′s alright
Or is it burning your bridges at both ends
Same old scene since you were seventeen?
Aw now the wheels have fallen off
It also signs of endin'
You′ve had enough for hours but ya carried on pretendin'
Ye shoes have lost their shine
The convo′s lost it's pace
So now you′re in a taxi feelin' feelings of disgrace
You've never got no money ′cause of all the times ya lend
Was it a pointless three day bender
Or a weekend in Paradise, my friend?
It also signs of endin′
You've had enough for hours but ya carried on pretendin′
Ya shoes have lost their shine
The convo's lost it's pace
So now you′re in a taxi feelin′ feelings of disgrace
You've never got no money ′cause of all the times ya lend
Was it a pointless three day bender
Or a weekend in Paradise, my friend?
The spring is in his step on Friday afternoon
There's a feelin′ sweepin' through the air
All the lads are on the blower, they′ll be finishin' soon
In your mind you're already prepared
I′ll phone me man for sugar then I′ll phone our kid
'Cause he′ll cover it til I get paid
Then you're out with all the firm an′ you're off ya lid
Only confident, never afraid
The night draws to a close and now there′s nowhere to go
Ya turn an' look at one of ya mates
There's a lad he know from work and he lives alone
So it′s more sugar an′ a couple o' crates
Well is it one of the times when it′s all worthwhile and you've had a scream?
Or is it burning your bridges at both ends
Same old scene since you were seventeen?
Aw now the wheels have fallen off
It also signs of endin′
You've had enough for hours but ya carried on pretendin′
Ya shoes have lost their shine
The convo's lost it's pace
So now you′re in a taxi feelin′ feelings of disgrace
You've never got no money ′cause of all the times ya lend
Was it a pointless three day bender
Or a weekend in Paradise, my friend?
Some can handle it no more
Some'll do it forever
Spend ya weeks walkin′ round with ya head to the floor
No time for the news or the weather
Ya first pint on a Friday, ya last gin on a Sunday mornin'
It all creeps up on ya in between
No reasons why, no early warnin′
Well if it's one of the times when it's all worthwhile and you′ve had a scream, that′s alright
Or is it burning your bridges at both ends
Same old scene since you were seventeen?
Aw now the wheels have fallen off
It also signs of endin'
You′ve had enough for hours but ya carried on pretendin'
Ye shoes have lost their shine
The convo′s lost it's pace
So now you′re in a taxi feelin' feelings of disgrace
You've never got no money ′cause of all the times ya lend
Was it a pointless three day bender
Or a weekend in Paradise, my friend?
Writer(s): Jamie Mark Webster Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
