Lost Weekend - The Qemists, Mike Patton

Ha ha x 6

Come on

Ha ha

Here we are

It’s friday night and i’m alone,

The stars are out and i’m at home.

Feel like I’m coming alive,

See the knuckles turning white.

It’s Friday night and none’s home, home,

All in the city alone, lone,

Fell like a carnivore tonight,

Strap it up and tike a ride, ride.

Round and round she goes

And where she stops none knows

And round and round she goes

And where she stops none knows, knows

Keep it coming on, feel it coming on

feel it coming on, feel it coming on yeah

feel it coming on, feel it coming on yeah

feel it coming on, feel it coming on yeah

I got your money,

Woohoo

I got your money,

Woohoo

I treat you honey,

Woohoo

I give you her for debt.

I got your sugar,

I’ll be your hooker,

I give you her for debt.

Saturday night Im fucking stoned, stoned

While other fuckers got their jobs, jobs

While on the freeway gona blow, blow

The red lights saying go, go

Saturday night Im fucking gone, gone

And all my friends are saying down, down

The worlds faster when your strong, strong

You’ll push your pows saying wow, wow, woooow

I got your money

Hold on, hold on, hold on

I treat you honey

Hold on, hold on, hold on

I got your money

Hold on, hold on

Woohoo

I got your money,

Woohoo

I treat you honey,

Woohoo

I give you her for debt.

I got your sugar,

I’ll be your hooker,

I give you her for debt.

Woohoo.

I got your money.

I treat you honey.

I give you her for debt…

I give you her for debt…

Hold on.

Hold on.

Hold on.

Coming down now…

Wahoo,

It’s Sunday morning I was young,

How did I end up in this room.

I’m in a bed that isn’t mine,

The walls are closing in tight, tight.

It’s Sunday morning I was young, young,

Your voice is like a sonic boom, boom.

Well round and round she goes, goes,

And where she stops none knows, knows.

Round and round she goes,

And where she stops none knows.

And round and round she goes,

And where she stops none knows, knows.