| Song | 4-Day Weekend |
| Artist | The Bluetones |
| Album | Return To The Last Chance Saloon |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Edward Daniel Chesters & Adam Patrick Devlin & Mark James Morriss & Scott Edward Morriss | |
| 作词 : Chesters, Devlin, Morris | |
| I don’t care much for tradition, | |
| And I know you’ll be leaving one day, | |
| I can’t promise that I’ll ever be the one, | |
| But if you’ll love me till Monday. | |
| Let’s Seran Wrap for the weekend, | |
| And see who comes up for air first, | |
| We can go and break some windows, | |
| And run and run until our chests were fit to burst. | |
| Forget we ever said the words, | |
| The future is dead, that’s what you said, | |
| It’s all in your head. you see, not mine, | |
| I’m fine, I’m alive, I’ve arrived. | |
| We thought we could make a difference, | |
| And be remembered when the Pyramids are dust, | |
| But we’ve had to learn that these bridges that we build, | |
| Can be as fragile as a loved one’s trust. | |
| The future is dead, that’s what you said, | |
| It’s all in your head, you see, not mine, | |
| I’m fine, I’m alive, I’ve arrived. | |
| Here comes my everything, | |
| This is my everything, | |
| There goes my everything, | |
| Bye bye my love. | |
| The future is dead, that’s what you said, | |
| It’s all in your head, you see, not mine, | |
| I’m fine, I’m alive, I’ve arrived. | |
| The future is dead, that’s what you said, | |
| It’s all in your head, you see, not mine, | |
| I’m fine, I’m alive, I’ve arrived. | |
| Let’s forget about the questions, | |
| We’ve been dragging round for years, | |
| Let’s clear this smokey air between us, | |
| Then say goodbye, and shed no tears. |
| zuo qu : Edward Daniel Chesters Adam Patrick Devlin Mark James Morriss Scott Edward Morriss | |
| zuo ci : Chesters, Devlin, Morris | |
| I don' t care much for tradition, | |
| And I know you' ll be leaving one day, | |
| I can' t promise that I' ll ever be the one, | |
| But if you' ll love me till Monday. | |
| Let' s Seran Wrap for the weekend, | |
| And see who comes up for air first, | |
| We can go and break some windows, | |
| And run and run until our chests were fit to burst. | |
| Forget we ever said the words, | |
| The future is dead, that' s what you said, | |
| It' s all in your head. you see, not mine, | |
| I' m fine, I' m alive, I' ve arrived. | |
| We thought we could make a difference, | |
| And be remembered when the Pyramids are dust, | |
| But we' ve had to learn that these bridges that we build, | |
| Can be as fragile as a loved one' s trust. | |
| The future is dead, that' s what you said, | |
| It' s all in your head, you see, not mine, | |
| I' m fine, I' m alive, I' ve arrived. | |
| Here comes my everything, | |
| This is my everything, | |
| There goes my everything, | |
| Bye bye my love. | |
| The future is dead, that' s what you said, | |
| It' s all in your head, you see, not mine, | |
| I' m fine, I' m alive, I' ve arrived. | |
| The future is dead, that' s what you said, | |
| It' s all in your head, you see, not mine, | |
| I' m fine, I' m alive, I' ve arrived. | |
| Let' s forget about the questions, | |
| We' ve been dragging round for years, | |
| Let' s clear this smokey air between us, | |
| Then say goodbye, and shed no tears. |
| zuò qǔ : Edward Daniel Chesters Adam Patrick Devlin Mark James Morriss Scott Edward Morriss | |
| zuò cí : Chesters, Devlin, Morris | |
| I don' t care much for tradition, | |
| And I know you' ll be leaving one day, | |
| I can' t promise that I' ll ever be the one, | |
| But if you' ll love me till Monday. | |
| Let' s Seran Wrap for the weekend, | |
| And see who comes up for air first, | |
| We can go and break some windows, | |
| And run and run until our chests were fit to burst. | |
| Forget we ever said the words, | |
| The future is dead, that' s what you said, | |
| It' s all in your head. you see, not mine, | |
| I' m fine, I' m alive, I' ve arrived. | |
| We thought we could make a difference, | |
| And be remembered when the Pyramids are dust, | |
| But we' ve had to learn that these bridges that we build, | |
| Can be as fragile as a loved one' s trust. | |
| The future is dead, that' s what you said, | |
| It' s all in your head, you see, not mine, | |
| I' m fine, I' m alive, I' ve arrived. | |
| Here comes my everything, | |
| This is my everything, | |
| There goes my everything, | |
| Bye bye my love. | |
| The future is dead, that' s what you said, | |
| It' s all in your head, you see, not mine, | |
| I' m fine, I' m alive, I' ve arrived. | |
| The future is dead, that' s what you said, | |
| It' s all in your head, you see, not mine, | |
| I' m fine, I' m alive, I' ve arrived. | |
| Let' s forget about the questions, | |
| We' ve been dragging round for years, | |
| Let' s clear this smokey air between us, | |
| Then say goodbye, and shed no tears. |