Paroles de The Life

Friday comes, the week it moves so slow It's a hard day at work waiting for the whistle to blow Money in my pocket, ready to start the night Gonna hook up with the boys, we're gonna drink and fight Friday night the boys are out We're gonna scream, we're gonna shout Put in the tap, let the keg flow Crank the music as loud as it goes Steelcapped boots with a shine Waiting for someone to step outta line St. Paul skin, bred to fight To us all this is the life! Kiss my girl and tell her it's time to bail If I'm in trouble I'll call her from jail Round up the boys and load 'em in the trucks It's street cleaning time, someone's gonna be outta luck