At the end of the weekend It's hard to stand tall At the end of the weekend It's hard to stand tall When you spend every waking moment Staring at the same crack in the wall If you like feeling lucky There's some strangers to call If you like feeling lucky There's some strangers to call If you lose your concentration Staring at the same crack in the wall There's a tick in your pocket There's a flame on your wall There's a rip in this ticket
And a stain on it all I know of a place you could visit I know of a place you could visit When everyone's stepping on your toes They breathe in your bubble and wait for it to blow And if you turn for a moment That crack is in your skull No don't turn for a moment Or that crack is in your skull If you lose your concentration Staring at the same crack in the wall If you lose your concentration