I came around
And the pillow I dreamed on was caked to my face
Coming down
With a space in the place where my brain used to play
Running round
With a mind full of fragments to follow and trace
Looking around
For tea and sympathy, there is none in the place
Now the weekends over
So begins the woe
Now begins the count down
Waiting for the week to go
Just hanging round
Waiting for when
I'll be striking up the orchestra
Reddy to play it again
Closing in on the weekend
Closing in on the weekend again
I came around
On a cross I'd made and nailed myself to the floor
Sliding down
With spirals of shame booting down the door
Running around
On a belly full of portions concoctions and more
But now in Rome
I'm the same old rodent that I was before
Now the weekend's over
So begins the woe
So begins the countdown
Waiting for the week to go
Just hanging round
Waiting for when
I'll be tuning up the orchestra
Reddy to play it all over again
Closing in on the weekend
Closing in on the weekend again