FRIDAY BLOODY FRIDAY
That time of week has come again, put down the pens, turn off the computers coz the bells rung.
Good mates, good drugs, good beer, let everybody fuck themselves up on this glorius friday, bloody friday.
Under the cover of the midnight dark on a friday night you are free, the queen of the ice on a summer street, dancing in the heat, the king of persia in OXford street.
Chasing chicks, chasing guys, whatever you do no body cares on this friday, bloody friday.
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