Weekends To Waste

You work hard you play
You race towards the end
You want it you need it
My hedonistic friend
Cos you’ve got thoughts to still
You’ve got time to kill

At full speed at full stretch
With no time to think
You’re wound up you unwind
You have another drink
Cos you’ve got thoughts to still
You’ve got time to kill
When there’s

Weekends to waste
Passions to fill
Losing your way
With days standing still
Weekends to waste
Pleasure to feel
Lost in the days
Where nothing is real
Nothing is real
Nothing is real

You float up
You checkout
You destroy then mend
You exist to resist and then start again
Cos you've not had your fill
And you never will
When there's

Weekends to waste
Passions to fill
Losing your way
With days standing still
Weekends to waste
Pleasure to feel
Lost in the days
Where nothing is real
Nothing is real

You couldn’t care less
My silence is best
So how does it feel
When nothing is real

And there’s
Weekends to waste
Passions to fill
Losing your way
With days standing still
Weekends to waste
Pleasure to feel
Lost in the days
Where nothing is real

Weekends to waste
You don’t want to stop
You’ll laugh till you cry
Race till you drop
Weekends to waste
Hours to steal
Losing yourself
When nothing is real
Nothing is real