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David Walsh (guitar/keyboard)
Neil Eurelle (vocal/bass)
Carl Dowling (drums/percussion)
Alan Doyle (vocal/guitar)
 
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Slave To The Weekend
STAND

Top of the morning, bottoms up
Blanking your mind with
another cup
He took you real
Or as real as pageant winners tears

Slave to
the weekend, burning both ends
Talking in glamour, buying your
friends
Throwing your knives
There’s too many people getting on with their
lives

Always a movie, always a scene,
Never a churchmouse, always the
queen,
Never relaxing,
Wherever you turn, harming the young

There’s a
thief in the medium light
He sneaks behind just to demonstrate he’ll destroy
you
You won’t run, won’t sidestep him
There’s a devil on every
corner

Howling the moonlight, time on your side
Watering embers on the road
to your slide,
Walk in the door,
You’re the belle of the ball
of nothing at
all.

There’s a thief in the medium light
He sneaks behind just to
demonstrate he’ll destroy you
You won’t run, won’t sidestep him
There’s a
devil on every corner

Look what you’re doing,
You’ve got a movieset
around you,
Always assuming you are the movement,
Time is illusion, you’ve
got to let it slip around you,
Always refusing, That’s what you’re used to.