Teksty: Tankard. Vol(l)ume 14. Weekend Warriors.

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Another day spent in the treadmill
Another day stuck in work 9 to 5
Another day dreams fade away
Another day wasted from my real life

I'm stirring, I'm moving
I kindle the flame
I'm waking from my sleep
I feel my spirits rise again

I throw away my necktie
Tear off my corporate suit
I put on my old clobber
I never felt so good

We all meet at the bunker
We board our ragged, old bus
We're heading for thrash-show
Well blow the world to dust

WE ARE THE WEEKEND WARRIORS! THE WARRIORS!
WE ARE THE WEEKAND WARRIORS!
WE'RE FIGHTING FOR OUR LIVES
WE ARE THE WEEKEND WARRIORS! THE WARRIORS!
WE ARE THE WEEKEND WARRIORS!
WE'RE PLAYING TO SURVIVE

We jump into the battle
Our hearts beat thundering drums
Our veins pump heavy metal
We'll thrash ?till kingdom come

We take with us this knowledge
Wherever we may roam

WE ARE THE WEEKEND WARRIORS! THE WARRIORS!
WE ARE THE WEEKAND WARRIORS!
WE'RE FIGHTING FOR OUR LIVES
WE ARE THE WEEKEND WARRIORS! THE WARRIORS!
WE ARE THE WEEKEND WARRIORS!
WE'RE PLAYING TO SURVIVE

Another day spent in the treadmill
Another day stuck in work 9 to 5
Another day dreams fade away
Another day wasted from my real life

I'm stirring, I'm moving
I kindle the flame
I'm waking from my sleep
I feel my spirits rise again

WE ARE THE WEEKEND WARRIORS! THE WARRIORS!
WE ARE THE WEEKAND WARRIORS!
WE'RE FIGHTING FOR OUR LIVES
WE ARE THE WEEKEND WARRIORS! THE WARRIORS!
WE ARE THE WEEKEND WARRIORS!
WE'RE PLAYING TO SURVIVE

Another day spent in the treadmill
Another day stuck in work 9 to 5
Another day dreams fade away
Another day wasted from my real life
Another day wasted from my real life
Another day wasted from my real life
Another day wasted from my real life