Weekend Warrior Songtext
von Luke Temple

You′re counting little monies and you're hedging little bets
The song that you′ve been singing is in everybody's head
You need to feel the freedom from a paycheck
They'll pay to let you down

Saving all your memories for a Sunday stroll
Everything is empty till they lift that little rope
Some spirit′s in the blood to raise the dead
And all will sing from their deathbed

You′re a weekend warrior, a weekend warrior
What if you fail?
What if your skin grows pale?

And she was made for breaking everyone that comes inside
She'll draw you with her heat
But then hello, it means goodbye
But oh, my little boy, you need to try, so try


And will she have a soft spot for the dull side of your knife?
You give her something steaming from your rusted little pipe
And if you make a terrible mistake
Then all your friends will laugh and say

You′re a weekend warrior, a weekend warrior
What if you fail?
What if your skin grows pale?

Did you hurt somebody's feelings?
All is fair in a day
Did you hurt somebody′s feelings?
All is fair in a day
Did you hurt somebody's feelings?
All is fair in a day
Did you hurt somebody′s feelings?
All is fair in a day
Did you hurt somebody's feelings?
All is fair in a day

Did you hurt somebody's feelings?