Friday (Thank God It's Over)

You turn up you do your best you try to fake it
Hold your breath and hope like hell you're gonna make it
Tell yourself it's gonna work out ok
Do what you have to do so you get paid

Tow the line, wrapped up in red tape
Spend the day dreaming of your great escape
But every day you still play their game
Cause you do what you have to do Well thank god it's over
I can't wait till I get home
I'll pull out a drink
And let the day fade
Let the day fade
Time ticks by, it's a curse and a blessing
As we get closer to the weekend we've been wishing for
We wonder if we'll make it through
Cause there's so much we have to do

So we force ourselves back to the grind
And every moment we get more behind
But once we finish this we can forget
All the bullshit and the stress

CHORUS x2ish