Do you pay for your crimes Does the punishment fit or drag your style to zero You're nothing till the weekend If you think that you're the thrill Take a look at your life you kneel before your heroes You're nothing till the weekend
Should you care for the blind Tell me all in all they're just your kind of zeros Something for the weekend If you think that you can spell Make a list of the cunts you'd send to hell and send them Send them on the weekend
Echo, echo - I know it's a sin to kiss and swallow Echo, echo - a kick in the head to kill the hollow