The Rumjacks - WKND (Flash New Breeks) lyrics

A raging tribute to the two most
Sacred days in any working week

Sixteen straight shifts
Bust a gut for bugger-all
'Til the gaffer hit's the bell
& spit's me outta hell
Firin' curses at me bouncin' out the door
Smoke em up, slam the pedal to the floor
Or the monkey on me back'll
Chip away until I crack
And i forget what all me words are really for
The lollipo girls with their
T'ick Irish brogue
Are tellin me to take it slow
They should better know
Me old friend weekend, first one for weeks
I've a fresh eam o' dollars
In mе flash new breeks
Ill find a good woman & some self rеspect
And i'll be fucked if I don't
Lose em all by monday

All the good folk are safe indoors
With their chicken & their wine
God bless em all the swine
All born undergentler stars
Ive a date with a dozen dirty jars
Like a tomcat on the tiles
Ill go rovin out for miles
To where tney punish all
Them second hand guitars
Where them old sniffr dogs and
The neckless feckin trogs
And them honeyskins'll never think to roam
Youll find me at home

As sunday bloody sunday comes & goes
With a jagged little start and
A stutter in me heart
Still enshrouded in me saturday clothes
Its back into the bevvy's I suppose
Before the monday blues catch me
Dyin' in me shoes
Still dreaming of that kiss from a rose
And a voice in me heart &
The sickness in me gut
Are all tellin me to take it slow
Like they'll ever know