March 30, 2012
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Ready for the Weekend
Counterfeit, counterfeit,
That’s what you’re… shouting at me.
I could run but I’d sooner have this,
And amicably.
Lick the blood stain from your finger,
Say what do you see.
Remind you that whatever you get is,
What you want it to be.
You get a feeling, that’s what you choose,
And I was told there was not a minute to lose.
So if you’re waiting, jump out your skin,
To find a cure for whatever state your in.
I tell my good friends ‘get out the way’,
Of all the lightning hitting the trees today,
We get a thrill from clapping our hands,
We find the nearest girl and ask her to dance.
I put on my shoes and I’m ready for the weekend.
