Living 4 The Weekend
Lyrics written by Neil O'Brien.
Freedom is a state of mind
But it costs 10 quid at the door
You can leave your woes behind
And lose your mind on the floor
Queue 15 minutes at the bar
For a pint of piss and get fleeced
Bouncers glaring in the darkness, yeah
That's the truth of this scene
Cos it's all about the money!
It's all about selling you your fun
Your liberty is rented
Just like your holidays in the sun
Meet a dealer in the toilets
And buy a couple of pills
In an hour you'll be buzzing
Thank god for chemical thrills
Cos that's when the magic happens
That's when the crowd becomes one
Peace, love, respect and unity reigns
Until the break of dawn.... yeah...
But inevitably you'll come down
And freedom is just a memory
Then comes Monday morning
And the return to slavery
Cos you've got to work to earn your wage
And spend your wage buying your fun
Liberty is just a commodity that
Only the rich can afford to own
Living for the weekend!
You're dead for the rest of the week
Living for the weekend!
You're dead for the rest of the week
Freedom must mean more than your right to party
Freedom must mean more than your right to party
Freedom must mean more than your right to party
Freedom must mean more than just.... Saturday night....