Do you pay for your crimes?
Does the punishment fit or drag your style to zero?
You're nothing till the weekend
If you think that you're the thrill
Take a look at your life, you kneel before your heroes
You're nothing till the weekend
Could you care for the blind
Tell me all in all they're just your kind of zeroes
Something for the weekend
And 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 the head to kill the hollow
Echo echo, I know it's a sin to kiss and swallow
Echo echo, a kick in the head to kill the hollow
Do you care for the blind?
Tell me all in all, they're just your kind of zeroes
Something for the weekend
And 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 the head to kill the hollow
Echo echo, I know it's a sin to kiss and swallow
Echo echo, a kick in the head to kill the hollow
Are you listening?
Now, in the narrower sense
I can hold you down by candlelight
With indifference
Let the comfort stop
I love you on your right side
It happens
The promise is broken
The reason is 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, echo, I know it's a sin to kiss and swallow
Echo, echo, I know it's a sin to kiss and swallow
