Fridays are for murderers

Get your shotgun out, get your shotgun out

Take your dreams to the streets now

Get your shotgun out, get your shotgun out

The best politician is a dead one

Get your shotgun out, get your shotgun out

And books burn best when they're freshly pressed

Get the fires out, get your lighters out

Fridays are for murderers

Get your shotgun out, get your shotgun out

Take your dreams to the streets now

Get your shotgun out, get your shotgun out

The best politician is a dead one

Get your shotgun out, get your shotgun out

And books burn best when they're freshly pressed

Get the fires out, get your lighters out

You see the soles of my shoes, we're still marching on

You can't stop us now, no, you can't stop us now

Every step we make you can't take from us

There's not a step we make that you can take from us

You say the best politician is a dead one

I disagree

But your books burn best when they're freshly pressed

Get the fires out, I get my lighters out

R-E-S-P-E-C-T

And L-O-V-E for everybody

R-E-S-P-E-C-T

And L-O-V-E for everybody

R-E-S-P-E-C-T

And L-O-V-E for everybody

R-E-S-P-E-C-T

And L-O-V-E for everybody

R-E-S-P-E-C-T

And L-O-V-E for everybody

R-E-S-P-E-C-T

And L-O-V-E for everybody

R-E-S-P-E-C-T

And L-O-V-E for everybody

R-E-S-P-E-C-T

And L-O-V-E for everybody

And L-O-V-E for everybody

And L-O-V-E for everybody

And L-O-V-E for everybody

And L-O-V-E for everybody