Lyrics:

When they come out to find you
And they cannot describe you
Someone somewhere has to buy you out of your weekend

Friday is the fever
And Monday the destroyer
You are a permanent feature
Perpetual weekend

On the wire in the morning, there’s a city growing in my head
Where there is no weekend

When they come out to find you
And they can multiply you
Someone’s been caught in the crossfire
Of your weekend

Friday is the teacher
And Monday the tormentor
You are a new kind of creature
Perpetual weekend

On the wire in the morning, there’s a city growing in my head
Where there is no weekend

You took the “end”
You took the “end” out of the weekend

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You are a permanent feature…
You are a new kind of creature…

You took the “end”
You took the “end” out of weekend