Friday mourning, I'm dressed in black douse the house lights I'm not coming back
For years, I warned you through tears, I told you
Friday mourning there comes a time before that breaks this very smug mug of mine
This dawn raid soon put paid to all the things I whispered to you at night time
And I will never stand naked in front of you or if I do, it won't be for a long time
Look once to me look once to me then look away Look once to me then look away
And when they hold me down and when they kick me down the stairs, I see the faces all lined up before me of teachers and of parents and bosses who all share a point of view - you are a loser You are a loser
Loser A loser A loser A loser
Friday Friday mourning dressed in black I won't be coming back
Friday Friday mourning dressed in black I won't be coming back
Friday Friday mourning Friday Friday Friday
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