Lyrics:
Hippies create cops and Cops create hippies Don't you want a drink oh Let me take a sip (Ay) I'll forget it in the workweek It's the weekend It's
I start the workweek to get paid Wake up early but im up late I need time but I can't wait Serve my dreams up on a plate Almost gave up (what
clean You step up next to the fax machine All through the workweek I've been dreaming about ya All through the workweek I can't live without ya All
crankin' New school's got these speakers bangin' Out where fifths of whiskey And the workweeks all come to die We twist 'em off fast As we throw 'em on back
of a workweek Finding the moments to share some love and life Making sure we get to see their faces shine With some backroad family time With some backroad family
putting them longnecks down Blowing that smoke, shooting that Crown Once that work-week sun goes down Oh, to the bar we go (oh, to the bar we go) That
favor for Cutting the workweek short, Raise your hands and say yeah! A hard day's work Deserves a hard day's night. You should be sleeping like
Make me angry like sniper in a tower And every Saturday I take off my nose and say never more Pie in my face Five days a workweek It's in my
needs bait Every cowboy needs a hat When the workweek's been long But it all just paid off And it's Friday at 5:01 Yeah, everybody needs a bar
yeah yeah So pass me over a summer beer Yeah yeah yeah The workweek's finally over There's no more reason to stay sober My friends are coming over in
Paying payments on payments to sleep through the day (Paydays, work-weeks, I've paid more than I owe) To sleep through the day (Headaches, no sleep, when
be me Hold it together through the workweek Do my best not to lose sleep Well I guess I could take some pills or smoke some weed Anything to ease up
only Tuesday I'm craving a break from this workweek monotony And you look just like a weekend A Saturday night of feeling high and partying Oh, just like
your hat when |They're singing to the stars and stripes |In my book|When the workweek's through|Strap on your boots|Cut a little loose and If you do man
the blues playin', at the bar May lays the beers down I come through the door and feel the workweek slip away See you out on the floor and Monday morning's
the blues playin', at the bar May lays the beers down I come through the door and feel the workweek slip away See you out on the floor and Monday morning's
Yeah, the streets are rumblin' with the Detroit diesel We've been ridin' all night to bring the party to the people We spent that workweek money,
a little fun at the end of the workweek Don't you try to stop her unless you're lookin' for fight, boy She's goin' dancin' at the Denim & Diamonds
workweek pay in my pocket I'm looking for a little dive hole to rock in Now, I see a church for prayin', hittin' them knees A Goodwill store
was a nightmare But I had no voice to scream Scrollin' away Jealous and green Spendin' my workweek Starin' at a screen Heavy hitters And big shots
the workweek breathe It didn't matter much those nights For Josh, Ryan, and me And so we burnished beers by midnight And pretended to be free And whether we were
of police? I'm sick of y'all dictating how we speaking our peace So I do this in remembrance of the streets When the Rona got rid of that 40-hour workweek I'm
The winter lantern's light I don't need it, as you shine bright Through problems Through depression Through workweek grind Through passion Always know My way
and gentlemen Is your heart a-poundin' With a rush of adrenaline Check out my technique - master class in mystique Let your workweek go And don't let anyone tell
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