For weeks it's been frustration
Resentful aggravation
So sad to say
That it all seems just like a nightmare
But maybe today I'm spared
The constant gnawing that we're stuck in this grind
Why don't we say f** it all til tomorrow
And we can chase all the bad luck away
Why give it back?
If tonight's only borrowed it's alright
Could it be desperation took a holiday?
Or is it laughing in our face?
If that's so I'm on the take
And they can burn me at the stake come Monday morning
But at least I'll get a taste
Could it be desperation took a holiday?
Or will it be back to torture all of us on Monday?
If that's the case to play it safe tonight's a waste of time
Tonight might be the only thing we have