[Intro]
*laughter*


[Verse 1]
Four days all feel like monday. Finally fridays there.

Saturday i can sleep `til noon and the claws release me.
I can do what i like.
I'm spending my time.

I'm free.
Sunday is just pre-monday.


[Prechorus 1]
I'm so out of time.


[Chorus]
Catch a dream today.
Do it, do it and be great! (great, great)

Before it is too late.
Do it, do it and be great! (great, great)
Do it, do it! Don't be late! (late, late)

Do it, do it and be great! (great, great)

[Verse 2]

Dichotomy, old as the hills. To have or to be.
The more i drag around, the more it hurts my feet.
As long as i don't

wanna let go of
my needs.
Sunday will stay pre-monday.


[Prechorus 2]
I'm still out of time.


[Chorus]


[Broken C64 break + cheapest guitar solo ever made]

[Chorus]