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Make Out Monday

Party On The Weekend

 

Party On The Weekend

(album: Visions Of Hollywood - 2018)


I've got a job that doesn't pay enough
I've got a boss that works me too hard
You got lovers that you never have seen
We've got expensive tastes and minimum salaries

Smile if it hurts you
Liar if it hurts you

Muscle top, hit the tag
One more dance on the check
Give me love, make it red
Have a night you won't forget

Party on the weekend
A late night with good friends
You jumped to the pool, you got in the van
The pills in the bottle, the sounds of the band
Party on the weekend
A party on the weekend
(Party on)

I've got a mess of freaks I call friends
I've got a POC cutting it for the best
I caught her eyes, thought I'd never have seen
Because the government's bleeding me through my teeth

Smile if it hurts you
Liar if it hurts you

Muscle top, hit the tag
One more dance on the check
Give me love, make it red
Have a night you won't forget

Party on the weekend
A late night with good friends
You jumped to the pool, you got in the van
The pills in the bottle, the sounds of the band
Party on the weekend
A party on the weekend

No they left us standing with a drink in our hands
Holding white picket pieces, a perfect sham
We're a scandal, the Hollywood bad boys
The ruins youth, the island of lost toys

You know sometimes when the air gets cold
You feel the shape in the sheets, the footprints on the coast
It's our best defense just to crawl in our beds
Or slip in new oceans, howl the words that we said

Well forget that, there is no show
I said forget that, it bites too hard
I'm tired with a sad face, had it with a bad taste
This is going my way, I'm gonna party

Party on the weekend
A late night with good friends
You jumped to the pool, you got in the van
The pills in the bottle, the sounds of the band
Shooting them Colts, kicking the can
We're younger now that we've ever been
Party on the weekend (Party)
A party on the weekend (Party)
A party on the weekend (Party)
A party on the weekend (Party)

Party on... the weekend
Party on... the weekend

done

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