We have a confession to make
We work hard
Every fuckin’ single day
But when the weekends come
The real hard work begins
We work all weekends unpaid
Just a tradition to be maintained
It's in our blood and veins
That urban spirit fails to
Wash away
40 miles away from town
We don’t think too much
We dig, we hack, we nail, and we drudge!
And we would love to keep our weekends clear
But 40 miles away from here
We don’t think too much
We dig, we hack, we nail, and we drudge!
WHEN THE WEEKENDS COME
WE GO OUT OF TOWN
ME AND MY FRIENDS
HAMMERS AND SHOVELS IN HANDS
We toil
At a break neck speed
But no end
To the to-do-list
Burnt-out!
Sore hands!
Unrested!
One step away from death!
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