Kneel down, to the one who loves
Every little thing about you, that you're not confident of
Pray, to the one who waits, for five long days of torment
That make you sauvate

Have faith, in what creates
An overwhelming sense of freedom, in which we all relate
Fall down, doesn't meen you're meek
Looking forward to the nightmare of the working week

Monday's made for fighting, tuesday's made of shit
And if the other three days would go away the weekend would last a week

Packed full of broken hearts
And plans to write a movie even got someone to play the part
Big words, and big ideas
To put them into action needs another beer

Monday's made for fighting, tuesday's made of shit
And if the other three days would go away the weekend would last a week
All hail the weekend, it makes no difference to me
Where it ends is still a mystery

Laugh, you're not alone
In feeling trapped inside this cycle on your own
Break out, It's not too late
Protecting your identity the most important thing today
All hail the weekend, it makes no difference to me
Where it ends is still a mystery
Monday's made for fighting, tuesday's made of shit
And if the other three days would go away the weekend would last a week
All hail the weekend, it makes no difference to me
Where it ends is still a mystery