Guardrail - The Weekend

He watches the clock on a Friday
The hands moving slower with time
It's 4:55
He can't wait to drive
His ass home and get out of his tie

He calls up his boys on the telephone
He says "Let's not sit & be bored
Let's light up Kentucky
Maybe we'll get lucky
It's been so damn long since I've scored"

Let's have 3 cheers for the weekend
Let's all raise our glasses to us
Hip hip hooray for my best friends
Come on now, let's go get fucked up

Goddammit, this week was a rough one
Everyday he's chewed out by his boss
So sick of his bullshit
Now it's time to forget
It all, cuz they're hittin the sauce

4 shots of Jameson later
5 or 6 beers afterwards
That blonde's lookin good
He says "maybe we should"
She smiles and says "my place or yours"

Last call's come and gone, now the bar's closed
The crew stumbles out to the car
She asks "can you drive"
He says "sure I'll be fine
We don't have to go very far"

The boulevard blurs out of focus
He's trying to hide his mistake
They see headlights ahead
She screams "the light's red"
They make impact before he can brake

Her body goes right through the windshield
The airbag explodes in his face
If he just didn't drive
They'd still be alive
Now their choices, they can't be retraced

Let's have 3 cheers for the weekend
Let's all raise our glasses to us
Hip hip hooray for my best friends
Come on now, let's go get fucked up

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Written by:
Kevin Konieczny

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