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
