Week Off Lyrics

we're having a week off, we're having a rest



listen to the way we cough it's for the best



the party's over, it's been a long, long night



when we get sober you'll see i'm right







now we can get on with our lives



step to the beat and get back in line



dont need to travel dont need to fly



like you said 2 more chances to die







I'll write a good song just give me more time



it’s easy hating yourself its hard making it ryme



gonna to sit on top of a hill for a day



play guitar, folk my troubles away







im going to kill the idiot in me



chase the bastard down, demand that he leaves



all you nice breathing people alone



I just want to wake up or sleep and go home



I'm scared of the time I sweat at the phone



the Fleetwood Mac polyphonic softens the blow



at times like these i know that i am



the happiest person the luckiest man



but since the day I wrote this song



i'll just pick up my feet and drag wearily on







I’m going to stop soon coz I’m tired, tired and full, full of sorrow,



Tired at the thought that if I sleep



It only brings a new tomorrow