Misled
by False Impression

VERSE 1:
The week goes by and people sleepwalk through their classes
Narcoleptic ritual of the masses
Weekend comes and all their boredom passes
Vision filtered through Smirnoff flavored glasses

CHORUS A:
Weekends must be made for drinking
And passing out on the floor
Take the weekly trip to your false Mecca
And defile yourself some more

VERSE 2:
Gimme some alcohol and skank hoes, that must be the key
Add a few roofies and some STDs?  Sounds like ecstasy
Working hard for the money all week long then burn it up in your brand new bong
There may not be a charge for ladies, but that doesn’t make it free

CHORUS B:
I guess that weekends are made for fucking
Being proud that you can score
Take your weekly trip to your false Mecca
And defile yourself some more

VERSE 3:
My condom and my gun are all the protection that I need
Got mugged and couldn’t fight back ‘cause you were were too damn high on weed
Dirty cesspool of sin and vice, best place to spend my Thursday night
I think I’ll stay right here and let you wallow in your own wanton greed.

CHORUS C:
Take your weekly trip to your false Mecca
And defile yourself some more
Take your weekly trip to your false Mecca
And defile yourself some more

Some more...
Defile yourself some more...

Defile yourself...
Defile yourself...
Defile yourself...
Defile yourself some more...

Defile yourself...
Defile yourself...
Defile yourself...
Defile yourself some more...

Some more...
Defile yourself some more...

Defile yourself some more...