| Friday mourning | |
| I am dressed in black | |
| Douse the house lights | |
| I'm not coming back | |
| For years, | |
| I warned you | |
| Through tears, | |
| I told you | |
| Friday mourning, there comes a time | |
| Before that breaks, this very smug mug of mine | |
| This dawn raid soon put paid to all the things | |
| I whispered to you at night time | |
| And I will never stand naked in front of you or if | |
| I doIt won't be for a long time | |
| Look once to me, just once to me | |
| Then look away | |
| Look once to me | |
| Then look away | |
| And when they hold me down the hall | |
| And when 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 loser, you are a loser, loser | |
| LoserA loser | |
| A loserFriday | |
| Friday mourning | |
| Dressed in black | |
| I won't be coming back | |
| FridayFriday mourning | |
| Dressed in black | |
| I won't be coming back | |
| FridayFriday mourning | |
| Friday, Friday, | |
| Friday [Incomprehensible][Incomprehensible] |