Ready For The Weekend

Counterfeit, counterfeit

That's what you're shouting at me

I could run but I'd sooner have this

And I make her bleed

Lick the blood stain from your finger

Say what do you see?

Remind you that whatever you get is

What you want it to be

(You want it to be)



You get a feeling, that's what you choose

And I was told there was not a minute to lose

So if you're waiting, jump out your skin

To find a cure for whatever state you're in

I tell my good friends 'get out the way!'

Of all the lightning hitting the trees today

We get a thrill from clapping our hands

We find the nearest girl and ask her to dance.



Oooh, I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend (x4)



Coming back, coming back

To a place where, I never knew.

Pushing knobs pushing faders but I don't know what they do

This reflection in my mirror reminds me of you

When I tilt it towards the sunlight

You fall out of view



You get a feeling, that's what you choose.

And I was told there was not a minute to lose

So if you're waiting, jump out your skin

To find a cure for whatever state you're in

I tell my good friends 'get out the way!'

Of all the lightning hitting the trees today

We get a thrill from clapping our hands

We find the nearest girl and ask her to dance.



Oooh, I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend (x4)



Oooh, I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend

Weekend, weekend, weekend (x4)



Oooh