Young Knives - Weekends And Bleak Days (Hot Summer) Lyrics
Hot summerWhat a BummerMe oh myThink I'm going toPull a sickyDo a runnerTough talkingTo my leaderSummer feverWhat a bleederFree and easyEasily freerLive for the reasonThe reason is sure to amazeHold out for Weekends and Bleak days of illness and painHot summer, hot, hot summer (x2)What I feelIt's not importantIt's not importantIt's not importantThis is the end of the summerHot summer, hot, hot summer (x4)Live for the reasonThe reason is sure to amazeSaccharine jollies and other such terrible waysYou live for the evening because it's the best part of the dayAnd hold out for weekends and bleak days of illnessAnd the day I woke up on my ownI looked into myselfAnd all I could see was a manHot summer, hot, hot summer (x2)What I feelIt's not importantIt's not importantIt's not important