Ready For The Weekend

Counterfeit, counterfeit
 That's what you're shouting at me
 I could run, but I'd sooner have this
 And I make her bleed
 Lick the blood stain from your finger
 Say, what do you see?
 Remind you that whatever you get is
 What you want it to be
 You get a feeling, that's what you choose
 And I was told there was 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 get a feeling, that's what you choose
 And I was told there was 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
 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