The man has worked hard all week
Tired is he, play-time he now seeks
For the weekend has arrived
One reason he works a nine to five
A woman snuggles up on the sofa
Saturday morning eating pizza leftover
She thinks about going outside
Under the duvet maybe she’ll hide
A young man sets off early
Off to the city for some hurly burly
Drinks and food with friends to meet
Maybe a girl he hopes to greet
Another man sits at home depressed
None of his friends out tonight they said
Three weeks straight they’ve done this to him
He’s tempted to through his phonebook in the bin
The woman decides to go out and party
Phoned a friend who was happy and hearty
Dressed and ready she awaits her taxi
Her friend calls and cancels, slips out of her maxi
The man and the woman both feel fed up
Friends let them down, they’ve had enough
To them they’ve just given up on living
Bills given way to friendship, stopped believing
To them they are now among the walking dead
You see everyday who live to work instead
Forgetting that they should work to live
This so sad, do they even breath?
Caliburnus Rises 