Session Song

(Verse 1)

I have sent it in

Till my head's in the bin

And all that's left within

My body is a sin

The weekends on the dirt

Will leave you feeling worked

Too scared to leave your bed

The fear is in your head

All your money gone

Your room hit by a bomb

Inside you know it's wrong

But something keeps you on

The session always wins

Unless you're living in

A world without the pain

Of simply existing

(Chorus 1)

We're all

Slaves to the weekend

And I-

I am no different

(Verse 2)

So it starts again

That old familiar hell

Of Monday until Thursday

Weekends here I'm thirsty

Trying to stay in

And keep away from sin

But WhatsApp's blowing up

The lads are in the slug

So fuck it I'll head to

Cuz now I've got to go

Sure only one or two

I'll be home in a few

The next day I wake up

I'm face down in the muck

And I don't give a fuck

And I don't give a fuck

(Chorus 2)

We're all

Slaves to the weekend

And I-

I am no different

(Chorus 3)

We're all

Slaves to the weekend

And I-

I am no different

(Refrain) x4

It's easy to quit

It's easy to quit

I've done it a thousand times

(Spoken)

Think that's it. That's the one

(Epilogue)

See, you could see me

And Tommy are out for a few beers tonight

But lad, I'm after just thinking one thing

And I never thought of this until now lad

The Scratch are fuckin'... like, go

From the minute, from the first song they play

The Scratch are go

Go, go, go

From the first song they play lad, they are go

There's no fuckin' easin' yourself in the gate there

And that is why I want to get you a beer before the Scratch, because I want to be the first one on the dance floor, and ready to fuckin' dance!

From the first song!

No waiting around and fuckin' easing yourself into like five or six songs

Because then all the good songs'll be over, lad

Get the beer in ya

Get the fuckin... fuckin' crack goin'

Get your weed, whatever the fuck you want to do And get in there lad

And go hell for leather for The Scratch boy

What I'm saying t'y'is; when The Scratch come on stage, it's front of the pack and go hell for leather!