Do you pay for your crimes?
Does the punishment fit or drag your style to zero
Nothing till the weekend
If you think that you're the thrill
Take a look at your life, you kneel before your heroes
Nothing till the weekend
Could you care for the blind?
Tell me all in all, they're just your kind of zeros
Something for the weekend
If you think that you can spell
Make a list of the cunts you'd send to hell and send them
Send them on the weekend
Echo, echo, I know it's a sin to kiss and swallow
Echo, echo, a kick in your head to kill the hollow
Echo, echo, I know it's a sin to kiss and swallow
Echo, echo, a kick in your head to kill the hollow
Do you care for the blind?
Tell me all in all, they're just your kind of zeros
Something for the weekend
If you think that you can spell
Make a list of the cunts you'd send to hell and send them
Send them on the weekend
Echo, echo, I know it's a sin to kiss and swallow
Echo, echo, a kick in your head to kill the hollow
Echo, echo, I know it's a sin to kiss and swallow
Echo, echo, a kick in your head to kill the hollow
Are you listening?
No, in the narrowest sense
Are you listening?
I can hold you down by candlelight
With indifference, let the comfort start
I love you on your right side
It happens, promises broken, reasons let go
It happens, are you listening?
I know it's a sin but tell me it happens
I know it's a sin but tell me it happens
Echo, echo, echo
Echo, echo, echo
Echo, echo, I know it's a sin to kiss and swallow
Echo, echo, I know it's a sin to kiss and swallow
Writer(s): Chris Corner
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