Hide in the grass
Whole amount of love to the task
Where we smoke again
Over knocked out fast
Over night my body
Turns a top, turn a top
Over night my guidance
Turns a coal rider

(Friday night)
(Friday night)

Over my dead body
To the mop, to the mop
Over my dead body
Through the clock rye
Over the task
All to do a matador mask
Wait in the path
Where we smoke again fast

Over night my guiding
Whole amount of love to the task
Whole amount of love to the task
Whole amount of love to the task
Whole amount of love to the task
Over my dead body
Through the rock, through the clock
Over your dead body
Wanna live again
Wanna live again
Keep on living then

(Friday night)
Friday night

Over mind no matter
With a mock, with a mock
Over laid my time
To the mop, to the mop
Over night my body
Turn the lock, turn the lock
Silver lite my miser (My)

Clover thy lie silent
To the cop, to the crop
Over lite my martyr
Oh my mind’s all mine

Over my dead body
Through the lock, through the clock
There's a way to go
There's a way to go
(Friday night)
Over mind, over no matter
With a mock, with a mock
Over laid my time
To the -my body
Over night my body
Turn the lock, turn the lock
Over night my body
Oh my mind, oh my mind

Over my dead body
Through the clock, through the clock
Through the rock, through the clock
There's a way to go

Over my dead
Oh my mind, oh my

(Over my)
(Over my)
(Over my)
(Over my dead)
(To the mop, to the mop)