5 in the mornin', the buzzers goin off
Splash some water on my face and kiss my wife goodbye
Drivin' through the city, the streets all filled with folks
Working for their families, weekend life on hold
Punching in on time, skipping lunch today
Rest is for the weak and sleep is for the rich
The sun is going down, the kids are all in bed
I finally make it home feeling f*cking dead
On the clock early, staying til its late
When Friday night comes i'll be drinking with my mates!
Drinking with my mates! Drinking with my mates!
When Friday night comes i'll be drinking with my mates!
Blisters on my fingers, putting supper on the plates
I leave home when it's early, i come home when it's late
My family says they miss me, it makes me feel blue
But I owe them a living, of course i f*cking do!
7 in the evening, the boss is wanting more
I hear them call my name as i walk out the door
I am quick to answer, i'm not at a loss
Those other fellas left, well they ain't worth a toss
Singing in my head a song that is so true
Because I'm working class and this is what we do
Working for my family 'cause they look up to me
Because they know that nothing in this world comes for free!
On the clock early, staying til its late
When Friday night comes i'll be drinking with my mates!
Drinking with my mates! Drinking with my mates!
When Friday night comes i'll be drinking with my mates!
Blisters on my fingers, putting supper on the plates
I leave home when it's early, i come home when it's late
My family says they miss me, it makes me feel blue
But I owe them a living, of course i f*cking do!
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UltraRiot - Friday Night Lyrics
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5 in the mornin', the buzzers goin off
Splash some water on my face and kiss my wife goodbye
Drivin' through the city, the streets all filled with folks
Working for their families, weekend life on hold
Punching in on time, skipping lunch today
Rest is for the weak and sleep is for the rich
The sun is going down, the kids are all in bed
I finally make it home feeling f*cking dead
On the clock early, staying til its late
When Friday night comes i'll be drinking with my mates!
Drinking with my mates! Drinking with my mates!
When Friday night comes i'll be drinking with my mates!
Blisters on my fingers, putting supper on the plates
I leave home when it's early, i come home when it's late
My family says they miss me, it makes me feel blue
But I owe them a living, of course i f*cking do!
7 in the evening, the boss is wanting more
I hear them call my name as i walk out the door
I am quick to answer, i'm not at a loss
Those other fellas left, well they ain't worth a toss
Singing in my head a song that is so true
Because I'm working class and this is what we do
Working for my family 'cause they look up to me
Because they know that nothing in this world comes for free!
On the clock early, staying til its late
When Friday night comes i'll be drinking with my mates!
Drinking with my mates! Drinking with my mates!
When Friday night comes i'll be drinking with my mates!
Blisters on my fingers, putting supper on the plates
I leave home when it's early, i come home when it's late
My family says they miss me, it makes me feel blue
But I owe them a living, of course i f*cking do!
Splash some water on my face and kiss my wife goodbye
Drivin' through the city, the streets all filled with folks
Working for their families, weekend life on hold
Punching in on time, skipping lunch today
Rest is for the weak and sleep is for the rich
The sun is going down, the kids are all in bed
I finally make it home feeling f*cking dead
On the clock early, staying til its late
When Friday night comes i'll be drinking with my mates!
Drinking with my mates! Drinking with my mates!
When Friday night comes i'll be drinking with my mates!
Blisters on my fingers, putting supper on the plates
I leave home when it's early, i come home when it's late
My family says they miss me, it makes me feel blue
But I owe them a living, of course i f*cking do!
7 in the evening, the boss is wanting more
I hear them call my name as i walk out the door
I am quick to answer, i'm not at a loss
Those other fellas left, well they ain't worth a toss
Singing in my head a song that is so true
Because I'm working class and this is what we do
Working for my family 'cause they look up to me
Because they know that nothing in this world comes for free!
On the clock early, staying til its late
When Friday night comes i'll be drinking with my mates!
Drinking with my mates! Drinking with my mates!
When Friday night comes i'll be drinking with my mates!
Blisters on my fingers, putting supper on the plates
I leave home when it's early, i come home when it's late
My family says they miss me, it makes me feel blue
But I owe them a living, of course i f*cking do!
Writer: UltraRiot
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid