Tex Perkins - Paycheques lyrics

rate me

Friday's for funerals, Saturday's for brides

Guess I'll take Sunday as mine

'Cause on weekends I perform miracles

I turn paycheques into wine

One working weeks' wage at a time

Well, maybe it's time for getting on home

The sun is hanging low in the sky

And the wine in my head turns to lewd thoughts

And it disorganized my mind

But I seem to be that way inclined

All these girls, they tempt me, Lord

With their long and flowin' hair

But I only ask for the one I've lost

Whose perfume still fills the air

Well, it's more than I can bear

And so I go hungry, leavin' alone

I make it back home to my bed

And the merciful sleep of a drunken man

Will drown all the things that she said

From goin' round and round in my head

And in the morning, the shadows fall longer

I sink back deep in my chair

And I fall into a reverie

Imagining that she's there

Well, it's more than I can bear

Well, if Friday's for funerals and Saturday's for brides

I guess I'll take Sunday as mine

On weekends I perform miracles

Turning paycheques into wine

Turning memories of her into wine