Текст песни: Weekend Warrior + перевод

You’re counting little monies, and you’re hedging little beds

A 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 slow

Everything is empty til they lift that little rope

Some spirits in the blood erase the dead

And all will sing from their death bed

«You're a weekend warrior, a weekend warrior»

What if you fade?

What if you’re skin grows pale?

And she was made for breaking everyone that comes inside

She’ll draw you with her heat but then it only means goodbye

But oh, my little boy, you need to try

So try

And will she have a soft spot for the dark side of your life?

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 weekened warrior, a weekend warrior»

What if you fade?

What if your skin grows pale?

Could you hurt somebody’s feelings?

All is fair in a death

Did you hurt somebody’s feelings?

All is fair in a death

Did you hurt somebody’s feelings?

All is fair in a death

Did you hurt somebody’s feelings?

All is fair in a death

Did you hurt somebody’s feelings?

All is fair in a death

Did you hurt somebody’s feelings?

All is fair in a death

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