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Tex Perkins – Paycheques lyrics
Friday's for funerals, Saturday's for brides
Guess I'll take Sunday as mine
'Cause on weekends I perform miracles
I turn paycheques into wine
One working weeks' wage at a time

Well, maybe it's time for getting on home
The sun is hanging low in the sky
And the wine in my head turns to lewd thoughts
And it disorganized my mind
But I seem to be that way inclined

All these girls, they tempt me, Lord
With their long and flowin' hair
But I only ask for the one I've lost
Whose perfume still fills the air
Well, it's more than I can bear

And so I go hungry, leavin' alone
I make it back home to my bed
And the merciful sleep of a drunken man
Will drown all the things that she said
From goin' round and round in my head

And in the morning, the shadows fall longer
I sink back deep in my chair
And I fall into a reverie
Imagining that she's there
Well, it's more than I can bear

Well, if Friday's for funerals and Saturday's for brides
I guess I'll take Sunday as mine
On weekends I perform miracles
Turning paycheques into wine
Turning memories of her into wine
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Friday's for funerals, Saturday's for brides Guess I'll take Sunday as mine 'Cause on weekends I perform miracles I turn paycheques into wine One working weeks' wage at a time Well, maybe it's time for getting on home The sun is hanging low in the sky And the wine in my head turns to lewd thoughts And it disorganized my mind But I seem to be that way inclined All these girls, they tempt me, Lord With their long and flowin' hair But I only ask for the one I've lost Whose perfume still fills the air Well, it's more than I can bear And so I go hungry, leavin' alone I make it back home to my bed And the merciful sleep of a drunken man Will drown all the things that she said From goin' round and round in my head And in the morning, the shadows fall longer I sink back deep in my chair And I fall into a reverie Imagining that she's there Well, it's more than I can bear Well, if Friday's for funerals and Saturday's for brides I guess I'll take Sunday as mine On weekends I perform miracles Turning paycheques into wine Turning memories of her into wine Explain Request ×



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