Weekend

Weekend - Mike Keneally

This is the twisted weekend of my life

I walk and mumble

I mumble to myself for an hour

And I think my head

Is going to explode

These are the strangest moments of my days

There is no focus

Voices from on high are laughing

And I think my head is going to explode

Play fair you blasted forces

Play fair you deities

I can't predict your courses

My brain a slurpee freeze

Relent you flipping forces

Retreat you wicked gods

Retreat on winged horses

I can't abide these odds

This is the twisted weekend of my life

I walk and mumble

I cannot drag myself into the shower

And I think my face is going to explode

Inside of the next hour

These are the strangest moments of my days

Voices from on high are laughing

The taunting makes me weak

This is the twisted weekend of my life

I mumble to myself for an hour

And my heart pop out my chest

Play fair you horrid voices

Play fair you hijinks lords

Your point is ten fold proven

You've gone well overboard

Relent you piercing voices

Make past tense your shrieks

You lousy good for nothings

You scoffing shrieking freaks

This is the twisted weekend of my life

I walk and mumble

I mumble to myself for an hour

And I think my head is going to explode

Voices from on high are laughing

The taunting makes me weak

I cannot drag myself into the shower

This is the twisted weekend of my life

Play fair you blasted voices

Play fair you deities

I can't predict your courses

My brain a slurpee freeze

Relent you flipping forces

Retreat you wicked gods

Retreat on winged horses

I can't abide these odds

This is the twisted weekend of my life

And I think my head is going to explode