Letra de 'Lost Weekend' de The Qemists

Come on
Ha ha
Give it up (wahoo)

It's Friday night and I'm alone
The stars are out and I'm at home
Feel like I'm coming out alive
See the knuckles turning white (wahoo)

It's Friday night and none's home, home
I'm in the city all alone, lone
Fell like a carnival tonight

Strap me up and take a ride, ride
And round and round she goes
And where she stops, none knows
And round and round she goes
And where she stops none knows, knows

Feel it coming on now (9)
Feel it Coming on, Feel it Coming on

I got your money
Woohoo
I got your money
Woohoo
I treat you honey
Woohoo

I keep you up for days
I got your sugar
I'll be your hooker
I'll keep you up for days

Saturday night I'm fucking stoned, stoned
While other fuckers got their jobs, jobs
While on the freeway gonna blow, blow
The red lights saying go, go

Saturday night I'm fucking gone, gone
And all my friends are saying down, down
The world is flashing like a strobe, strobe
Push the pedal saying woah, woah, woah

(I'm hot)
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 keep you up for days
I got your sugar
I'll be your hooker
I'll keep you up for days

Woohoo

I got your money

I treat you honey

I'll keep you up for day
I'll keep you up for days

Hold on
Hold on
Hold on

Coming down now

Wahoo
It's Sunday morning, I'm with you
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'm with you, you
Your voice is like a sonic boom, boom
And round and round she goes, goes
And where she stops none knows, knows

And round and round she goes
And where she stops none knows
And round and round she goes
And where she stops none knows, knows