Four o’clock and you’re waiting for the clock to move,
Friday night and there’s only one thing to do.
Same old routines, same time frame,
Same old places, you know your aim…
Every single week you make the same mistakes,
You’ve had too much and can only tell when the next day you wake,
Overdose.
Following day you say you’re all on the mend,
Have a shower like your life just starts again.
Back to work, you can see the light,
By Thursday morning, already arranged tomorrow night…
And they tell you that it’s fine,
And the warn you all the time…