Counterfeit, counterfeit That's what you're, shouting at me I could run but I'd sooner have this And I make her bleed Liquid blood stain from your finger Say what do you see? Remind you that whatever you get is What you want it to be (You want it to be) You get a feeling, that's what you choose And I was told there was not a minute to lose So if you're waiting, jump out your skin To find a cure for whatever state your in I tell my good friends 'get out the way' of all the lightning hitting the trees today We get a thrill from clapping our hands We find the nearest girl and ask her to dance Oh, I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend Oh, I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend Oh, I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend Oh, I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend Coming back coming back To a place where, I never knew Pushing knobs, pushing faders, But I, don't know what they do This reflection in my mirror, reminds me of you When I tilt it towards the sunlight, you fall out of view (fall out of view) You get a feeling, that's what you choose And I was told there was not a minute to lose So if you're waiting, jump out your skin To find a cure for whatever state your in I tell my good friends 'get out the way' of all the lightning hitting the trees today? We get a thrill from clapping our hands We find the nearest girl and ask her to dance Oh, I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend Oh, I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend Oh, I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend Oh, I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend Oh, I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend Oh, I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend Oh, I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend Oh, I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend