Kings of the Weekend - blink-182

Can you read my thoughts?

I’m not sure what I said

I feel dumb, and long night coming

Did you steal my prayers?

I don’t know where I was

I feel numb, and all or nothing (all or nothing)

It’s Friday night, let’s lose our minds in a downward spiral

Here we go, because we got no control (no control)

Friday nights always save my life from the worst of times we

Ever had, thank God for punk rock bands

Until Monday morning strikes again

We are the kings of the weekend

I can feel my head falling off my neck

I need something to keep going

So just take my hand, only seconds left

The clock’s running, our time’s coming

It’s Friday night, let’s lose our minds in a downward spiral

Here we go, because we got no control (no control)

Friday nights always save my life from the worst of times we

Ever had, thank God for punk rock bands

Until Monday morning strikes again

We are the kings of the weekend

It’s Friday night, let’s lose our minds in a downward spiral

Here we go, because we got no control (no control)

Friday nights always save my life from the worst of times we

Ever had, thank God for punk rock bands

Until Monday morning strikes again

We are the kings of the weekend