Lyrics

Died on a Friday

I try to listen to what they tell me,
And I like to keep between the lines

I set my sights on good nutrition
on bended knee, pray to divine

I died a thousand times on a Friday
On a Friday night.

I listen to my intuition, suspicion
it never leaves me high and dry

I died a thousand times on a Friday
On a Friday night.

We'll never die, we'll never die
Can you feel me?
Do you see me?
Can you hear me?

Music & Lyrics: Barbie Saint and Vince Christian