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Midday, Friday, Payday, Damn!
I should have been up by eleven
What s the man to do,
no dough,
no money
What s the man to do..
Oh! Breezin , Squeezin ,
Sun s going down
I got to get cash now by seven
What s the man to you no dough
wanna know, wanna really know
Sittin here all alone
Melancholy like a saxophone
When the nights
passing by..

Chorus:
Oh, I ll survive
Spend my weekend on my back
that s all right
Oh, I ll survive
Spend my time on my own
that s all right

Saturday s a pain for poor
and I got all my friends hang up the
phone so,
What s the man to do,
no dough,
no money
On a Saturday, no funny
Only place where breakfast s served
is McDiddelidonkadonkaDonalds
What s the man to you, gotta go
wanna know, wanna really know
Sitting here all alone
Melancholy like a saxophone
Where the lights
turning low..

Chorus

Now we re here, Sunday s long
Where the sun s shining strong
Turn my mind to a smile
Have to stay here for a while

Chorus

Midday, Friday, Payday, Damn!
I should have been up by eleven

Stuk - puk, stuk-puk.
Mg³a u wrót, z ni± Upiór. Lelum Polelum
Tchnie umar³ych ch³ód.
Pacierz od ikon rych³o zmów.

W nocy - Noc.
W ludziach Czarna Noc.
Z Hord± Cienia noc.
Widmo nami w piszczel dm±c.
… to Widmo mami w piszczel dm±c.

Strachy na Lachy.
Las ¿yje maty.
Odpraw patriarchy.
Sio³o Zjawê - GUS£EM zwalczy.

“…Ciemno wszêdzie,
G³ucho wszêdzie,
Co to bêdzie? Co...

We beg to borrow,
We beg to steal.
We beg forgiveness,
We beg to feel.
We beg for love,
I guess we beg for hate.
We beg for everything
And pray it?s not too late.

What everybody?s tryna? feel,
I...

A foreboding sign, as time turned a page
In a land condemned to night
The few men that remain, took to the plains
In an eternal battle for light...

No sun to brighten the way, nothing to divide the night from the day
No moon to sustain the tide, as...

[looped sample]

It’s like antisocial
hazardous portion organically nourished couraged to flourish and musics orphans
Lunged nicotine dream missing languorous
Caution we proclaim till brain’s arch like Sagittarius
Shield. Yield to the eye mescaline killer veals
Stonegates marching moodily until plural styles amalgamated beautifully.
Rudely awoke.
Sing rumble blue conglomerates sucking up lung while brushing parasitic critics to...

Save me... love me... crying
Sense me... cleanse me... trying

Scared, strapped in bed, needles
So much pain!...

[Chorus:]

I have a mission, such a crazy vision
With no solution

Crazy... crawling... dying
Shadows... voices.... fearful

Follow me somewhere far beyond the void...