Текст песни By Friday You'll Be Dead - Justin H.K.

John and Harry stole my shoes on Tuesday
So I brought a kitchen knife into the bar
Unfortunately I came out barefoot and bleeding
Passed out before I got very far

On Wednesday I woke up on momma's couch
My brother brought me back and stitched me up
When I woke momma gave me a good damn scolding
By the nighttime I was back into my cups

By Friday you'll be dead, momma said
By Friday you'll be dead, momma said
By Friday you'll be dead, poor momma said
By Friday you'll be dead, momma said

Thursday afternoon I bought a gun at the pawn shop
So I could go and pay John and Harry back
My brother pulled up in our bright red pick-up
And drug me home before poor momma cracked

By Friday you'll be dead, momma said
By Friday you'll be dead, momma said
By Friday you'll be dead, poor momma said
By Friday you'll be dead, momma said

So I figured I'd throw that gun into the river
'Cause it seemed the sonly thing to do
But I found some whiskey and got myself far from sober
And got myself killed over a stupid pair of shoes

By Friday you'll be dead, momma said
By Friday you'll be dead, momma said
By Friday you'll be dead, poor momma said
By Friday you'll be dead, momma said