Ready for the Weekend

Counterfeit, counterfeit, that's what you're
Shouting at me
I could run but I'd sooner have this
Endemic oblique
Lick the bloodstain from your finger
Say, what do you see?
Remind you that whatever you get is
What you want it to be (You want it to be)

You get a feeling, that's what you choose
And I was taught there's not a minute to lose
So if you're waiting, jump out your skin
To find a cure for whatever state you're in
I tell my good friends, "Get out the way
Of all the lightning hitting the trees today"
We get a thrill from clapping our hands
We find the nearest girl and ask her to dance

I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend
I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend
I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend
I put on my shoes and I'm ready for
The weekend, weekend, weekend, weekend

Coming back, coming back to a place where
I never knew
Pushing knobs, pushing faders, but I
Don't know what they do
This reflection in my mirror
Reminds me of you
When I tilt it towards the sunlight
You fall out of view, you fall out of view

You get a feeling, that's what you choose
And I was taught there's not a minute to lose
So if you're waiting, jump out your skin
To find a cure for whatever state you're in
I tell my good friends, "Get out the way
Of all the lightning hitting the trees today"
We get a thrill from clapping our hands
We find the nearest girl and ask her to dance

I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend
I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend
I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend

I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend, yeah
I put on my shoes and I'm ready for
The weekend, weekend, weekend, weekend

I put on my shoes and I'm ready for
The weekend, weekend, weekend, weekend
I put on my shoes and I'm ready for
The weekend, weekend, weekend, weekend
I put on my shoes and I'm ready for
The weekend, weekend, weekend, weekend