Tekster:
The Ark Prayer For The Weekend

bind it a crown Come, let's pray for the weekend, babe (Nanana nana nana nanana) Come, make your claim for a better day (Nanana nana nana nanana) Come, let's pray for the weekend

bind it a crown Come, let's pray for the weekend, babe (Nanana nana nana nanana) Come, make your claim for a better day (Nanana nana nana nanana) Come, let's pray for the weekend

is you No! I gotta get a hobby, something soothing for my soul, to get my mind off you Yeah, I'm gonna get a job and a cute little dog, then look for

He came 'round for the afterparty Got a reception more than hearty Well no wonder, here he was, our city's most prominent martyr Who stuck needles in

why this can go on And it's true that I've been away too long There's a two-headed reason why I sing this song And if the key's too high for you to sing

come down kid, we are all waiting down here... Ooh-oh! Gotta make way for the new pollution Ooh-oh! It's gonna be a hairspray revolution Ooh-oh! Gotta make way for

you suppose But baby, I?'m the worrying kind So if you see me somewhere With that glassy ol?' stare And the panic and fear in my eyes Don'?t call for

Uriel laughs, I'm drinking water Dressed in the clothes that I have bought her She looks like a lamb, held up for slaughter She is my solemn skies' daughter