FRIDAY MOURNING
(Morrissey-Whyte)

Friday mourning, I'm dressed in black 
douse the house lights I'm [bad word] back 
for years I warned you 
through tears I told you 
friday mourning, [bad word] a time 
a flaw that breaks 
this very smug mug of mine 

this dawn raid soon put paid 
to all the things I whispered to you at nighttime 
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 

and as they haul me down the hall
and as 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 lose, you are a loser" 
Loser, a loser, a loser, a loser oh…

Friday, Friday mourning, dressed in black
I won't [bad word] back, oh 
Friday, Friday mourning, dressed in black
I won't [bad word] back, oh 
Friday, Friday mourning 
Friday, Friday, Friday, la de do, do do do…