This is your song
Come, baby
It's time to pray
Come it's time to pray for the weekend, babe
Come it's time to jump in at the deep end, babe
It opens up its jaws it's panting like a hound
So, we'll pick the fleurs du mal and we'll bind it a crown
Come, let's pray for the weekend, babe
Come, make your claim for a better day
Come, let's pray for the weekend, babe
Come, make your claim for the holiday
It hovers like an eagle, it's growling like a beast
Demanding our sacrifice, but offering a feast
It's calling out for blood and we must quench its thirst
The night is calling all it's dusky children back to work
Come, make your claim for a better day
Ooh, come, let's pray for the weekend, babe
Come, make your claim for the holiday
Ooh, ooh, oooh...
Come, let's pray for the weekend, babe
Come, make your claim for a better day
Ooh, come, let's pray for the weekend, babe
Ooh, come, make your claim for the holiday
Ooh, let's pray that the weekend will thrill us, babe
Ooh, let's pray that the weekend won't kill us, babe
Hooray!
The Ark...
