You get hired
and fired,
work for nothing
you're tired and
the rent's due on Friday.

You aspire to greatness and
get less and get less until
the mess that you're in becomes
a part of you, in spite of you
trying to get by and why are you dying? and
they fire you again and someone
hires you again and it's tiring again and
the rent's due on Friday.

The day that you die day is Friday and
will be until you see that it's pointless to get
less and stay in the mess that you're in.

So spin the bottle and make the call
open the throttle smash into a wall.

It's about choices I guess,
a mess is less of a mess when you're
trying to clean up
your act.

Isn't cleanliness next to godliness?
on the chess board where the King meets the Queen
the pawns haven't seen the end of it.

So hire me and fire me and wire me the news
don't confuse me with words which I don't often
use,
The rent's due on Friday
if I work I might pay it
or I might stay in bed and
pretend that I'm ill.