Friday mourning, I'm dressed in black

Douse the houselights, I'm not coming back

For years, I warned you

Through tears, I told you

Friday mourning, there comes a time

Before that breaks this very smug mug of mine



This dawn raid soon put paid to 

All the things I'd whispered to you 

At night time

And I will never stand naked in front of you

Or if I do, it won't be for a long time



Look once to me, look once to me

Then look away

Look once to me, then look away



And when they hold me down

And when they kick me down the stairs

I see the faces all lined up before me

Of teachers and of parents and bosses

Who all share a point of view

You are a loser

You are a loser



Friday, friday mourning

Dressed in black

I won't be coming back