Weekend

When Friday comes I’ll go and drink my head off
I’ll forget everything that happened this last week
I won’t regret a single thing on Sunday morning
A 36 hour last contact with reality
Switch off,
not nothing
can ruin this weekend
Zone out,
not nothing
will disturb this weekend
My beauty
now will spellbind everyone
They’re gonna carry me in kings chair
They’re gonna sing my name in big letters
Linnea
Perfect escapes can go and kiss my ass in sunset
A golden beach somewhere is missing my pale skin
Like I care
I will flip coins in the backroom of all of your minds
I will twist-dance your heads
Let go and fall back
let’s crush down this weekend
Zone out,
not nothing will disturb this weekend
My beauty
now will spellbind everyone
They’re gonna carry me in kings chair
They’re gonna sing my name in big letters
Linnea
Linnea
Linnea
Linnea