Bloody Fingers and Good Friends

It's an obsession with the broke kids No money in our pockets We're not too concerned though We're still talking all this shit Fell asleep on the bus again I missed my stop Won't make it home for dinner I guess I'll starve Work until the sun goes down Back at when it's back around Work until our fingers bleed, and our knees are weak, oh... Work hard for the weekend When we can sleep in Then call our friends And say Let's raise some hell! It's like driving around at midnight Stealing just for stealing's sake Talking about Jesus And how things won't change Haven't stole in years! I work all day! I don't believe in Jesus anymore Oh my God, how things have changed Work until the sun goes down Back at it when it's back around Work until our fingers bleed And our knees are weak Work hard for the weekend When we sleep in Then call our friends And say Let's raise some hell Work hard for the weekend When we sleep in Then call our friends And say Let's raise some hell We work hard We work hard We work hard We work hard We work hard We work hard We work hard Oh f*ck, we work hard Work hard for the weekend When we sleep in Then call our friends And say Let's raise some hell Work hard for the weekend When we sleep in Then call our friends And say Let's raise some hell!