Lyrics
Thursday 7 am
Thursday morning at 7 am, the start of the workday.
Cover my eye bags and dress up again
Dressing up and concealing tiredness by covering eye bags, preparing for the day.
Nobody has to know I am a rudy girl
Keeping a tough facade, portraying oneself as a resilient individual.
I wanna keep my job that's the way it goes
Motivation to maintain employment despite challenges.
Wow the bus goes by
Observing the routine of life passing by.
Then I keep thinking if I'm really doing right
Reflecting on whether current actions align with personal values.
Spending all my life in a fucking enterprise
Expressing frustration about spending life in a soul-draining corporate environment.
Burning all my dreams having a sucker life
Conveying a sense of disillusionment and regret for sacrificing dreams.
Here comes the boss
The boss arrives, signaling the need to hide one's true feelings.
Hide your truth
Emphasizing the importance of concealing personal truths.
Don't let him know you care a shit
Advising not to show concern or care to the boss.
Cause at the end of the month you have to pay those bills
Highlighting the obligation to pay bills at the end of the month.
This feeling is eating me away
Expressing the emotional toll of the situation.
During all the week days
Describing the persistent feeling throughout the week.
Begging God to be Friday
Praying for the arrival of Friday as a relief.
To put the music up in the air
Repetition emphasizing the desire to let music lift spirits on Friday.
To put the music up in the air
-To put the music up in the air
-To put the music up in the air
-To put the music up in the air
-Friday 7 pm
Friday evening at 7 pm, signaling the end of the workweek.
Finally the moment where this Slavery ends
Anticipation of freedom from work-related obligations.
I just wanna get high and dance with my friends
Desire to enjoy and let loose with friends through dancing and intoxication.
That's what I need not to lose myself
Stating the need for such activities to maintain personal identity.
Wow the beat is loud
Noticing the loud beat, a contrast to the monotony of the workweek.
Louder than the feeling of getting wound
Comparing the beat to the intensity of emotional wounds.
By the emptiness of having a robotic tie
Reflecting on the emptiness of a mechanical, routine life.
Burning all my dreams having a sucker life
Reiteration of sacrificing dreams for a mundane existence.
Here comes the boss
The boss reappears, disrupting the escape from the routine.
What the hell?
Expressing surprise or frustration at the boss's presence.
I can see him dancing wet
Observing the boss enjoying and letting loose as well.
Seems I'm not the only one who needs this holy break
Realizing others share the need for a break from the daily grind.
This feeling is eating me away
Reiterating the emotional toll during the week.
During all the week days
Continuing the experience of emotional struggle.
Begging God to be Friday
Repeating the desire for Friday as a respite.
To put the music up in the air
Repetition of the wish to let music uplift the spirit on Friday.
To put the music up in the air
-To put the music up in the air
-To put the music up in the air
-To put the music up in the air
-To put the music up in the air
Reiterating the desire to let music bring joy on Friday.
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