"Dying For The Weekend" lyrics

Slice of moldy bread on the table
Got all clothes from the cheapest labels
Twice a week I'm taking a shower
More than that, no I can't cover
Six out of seven days out there
Every day listen to boss' shouts, yeah
It's pulling me down
Long ago it's pulling me down

Let me breathe in and out
I'm choking in the crowd
And my face can tell about
I'm dying for the weekend right now

My price
Lots of things I should pay for
But I'm saving now for my paradise
Where I'll stand up from the ground floor
Reach the rooftop
Hands up to the skies
And my eyes full with star lights
Long awaited precious nights
But it takes some time
Somebody owes me much better life

Let me breathe in and out
I'm choking in the crowd
And my face can tell about
I'm dying for the weekend right now

It takes some time to take my time
My time...

Let me breathe in and out
I'm choking in the crowd
And my face can tell about
I'm dying for the weekend right now