Rolled up bank notes on the side
Comedown is coming, better hide
Chemicals making you twitching
Stood in another kitchen
Then you hear those famous words
"You got the number for them birds?"
Whoa whoa
Weekend Rockstar
Forever raising the bar
You're a weekend rockstar
But you don't own a car
Weekend rockstar
Pickled in a jar
Your nostrils are a mess
Calling out an S.O.S
You're putting the world to rights
Higher than a kite
Whoa whoa
Weekend rockstar
Birdie, eagle, but never a par
Weekend rockstar
Off the fuckin' radar
You're a weekend rockstar
That's what you are
Weekend rockstar
Weekend rockstar
You're off the fuckin' radar
Forever raising the bar
Weekend rockstar
Weekend rockstar
Who's goin to shop at 8am for 3L of cider? It's not far!
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"Lysergic Acid Diethylamide"
PoetryI've just finished writing my first album. 10 songs, all to be played on the acoustic guitar.
