Weekend Warriors - Tankard

Another day spent in the treadmill

Another day stuck in work 9 to 5

Another day dreams fade away

Another day wasted from my real life

I’m stirring, I’m moving

I kindle the flame

I’m waking from my sleep

I feel my spirits rise again

I throw away my necktie

Tear off my corporate suit

I put on my old clobber

I never felt so good

We all meet at the bunker

We board our ragged, old bus

We’re heading for thrash-show

Well blow the world to dust

We are the Weekend Warriors!

The warriors!

We are the Weekand Warriors!

We’re fighting for our lives

We are the Weekend Warriors!

The warriors!

We are the weekend warriors!

We’re playing to survive

We jump into the battle

Our hearts beat thundering drums

Our veins pump heavy metal

We’ll thrash ‘till kingdom come

We take with us this knowledge

Wherever we may roam

(No metal where we’re toiling

Only the stage at home)