You're counting little monies, and you're hedging little beds A song that you've been singing is in everybody's head You need to feel the freedom from a paycheck They'll pay to let you down Saving all your memories for a Sunday slow Everything is empty til they lift that little rope Some spirits in the blood erase the dead And all will sing from their d**h bed "You're a weekend warrior, a weekend warrior" What if you fade? What if you're skin grows pale? And she was made for breaking everyone that comes inside She'll draw you with her heat but then it only means goodbye But oh, my little boy, you need to try So try And will she have a soft spot for the dark side of your life? You give her something steaming from your rusted little pipe And if you make a terrible mistake Then all your friends will laugh and say "You're a weekened warrior, a weekend warrior" What if you fade? What if your skin grows pale? Could you hurt somebody's feelings? All is fair in a d**h Did you hurt somebody's feelings? All is fair in a d**h Did you hurt somebody's feelings? All is fair in a d**h Did you hurt somebody's feelings? All is fair in a d**h Did you hurt somebody's feelings? All is fair in a d**h Did you hurt somebody's feelings? All is fair in a d**h