Friday Mourning

Friday mourning

I'm dressed in black

Douse the houselights

I'm not coming back

For years I warned you

Through tears I told you

Friday mourning

There comes a time

A flaw that breaks

This very smug mug of mine

This dawn raid

Soon put paid to all the things

I whispered to you at night time

And I will never stand naked

In front of you, or if I do

It won't be for a long time

Look once to me, Look once to me - then look away

Look once to me, Look once to me - then look away

And when they haul me down the hall

And when they kick me down the stairs

I see the faces all lined up before me

Of teachers and of parents

And bosses, who

All share a point of view

"You are a loser"

"You are a loser"



Friday / Friday mourning

Dressed in black

I won't be coming back

Friday / Friday mourning

Dressed in black

I won't be coming back