Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Lost Weekend , by - The Qemists. Song from the album Lost Weekend, in the genre Драм-н-бэйсRelease date: 12.10.2008
Record label: Ninja Tune
Song language: English
Lost Weekend |
| Ha ha x 6 |
| Come on |
| Ha ha |
| Here we are |
| It’s friday night and i’m alone, |
| The stars are out and i’m at home. |
| Feel like I’m coming alive, |
| See the knuckles turning white. |
| It’s Friday night and none’s home, home, |
| All in the city alone, lone, |
| Fell like a carnivore tonight, |
| Strap it up and tike a ride, ride. |
| Round and round she goes |
| And where she stops none knows |
| And round and round she goes |
| And where she stops none knows, knows |
| Keep it coming on, feel it coming on |
| feel it coming on, feel it coming on yeah |
| feel it coming on, feel it coming on yeah |
| feel it coming on, feel it coming on yeah |
| I got your money, |
| Woohoo |
| I got your money, |
| Woohoo |
| I treat you honey, |
| Woohoo |
| I give you her for debt. |
| I got your sugar, |
| I’ll be your hooker, |
| I give you her for debt. |
| Saturday night Im fucking stoned, stoned |
| While other fuckers got their jobs, jobs |
| While on the freeway gona blow, blow |
| The red lights saying go, go |
| Saturday night Im fucking gone, gone |
| And all my friends are saying down, down |
| The worlds faster when your strong, strong |
| You’ll push your pows saying wow, wow, woooow |
| I got your money |
| Hold on, hold on, hold on |
| I treat you honey |
| Hold on, hold on, hold on |
| I got your money |
| Hold on, hold on |
| Woohoo |
| I got your money, |
| Woohoo |
| I treat you honey, |
| Woohoo |
| I give you her for debt. |
| I got your sugar, |
| I’ll be your hooker, |
| I give you her for debt. |
| Woohoo. |
| I got your money. |
| I treat you honey. |
| I give you her for debt… |
| I give you her for debt… |
| Hold on. |
| Hold on. |
| Hold on. |
| Coming down now… |
| Wahoo, |
| It’s Sunday morning I was young, |
| How did I end up in this room. |
| I’m in a bed that isn’t mine, |
| The walls are closing in tight, tight. |
| It’s Sunday morning I was young, young, |
| Your voice is like a sonic boom, boom. |
| Well round and round she goes, goes, |
| And where she stops none knows, knows. |
| Round and round she goes, |
| And where she stops none knows. |
| And round and round she goes, |
| And where she stops none knows, knows. |