The Weekend (Bad Habits) Songtext
von The Upset Victory

You don't want this
So, don't call me out
See I'm bad news
And everybody knows it, but no one ever says a single word

Hands racing
To catch up with your pulse
We get so close
It's gone before you know it like a shiver down the center of your spine

Bad, bad, bad habits

I confess on the weekend
Confess on the weekend
Oh-o-o
I may be a mess
But confess on the weekend
Oh
These bad habits

Never stop, stop, stop bad habits


There's no shame here
But I'm not too proud
So reckless
And everybody knows it, but no one ever says a single word
Well it's all wrong
But it hurts so good
Yeah, it hurts so good, good, good, good

Bad, bad, bad habits

I confess on the weekend
Confess on the weekend
Oh-o-o
I may be a mess
But confess on the weekend
Oh
These bad habits
Never stop, stop, stop bad habits

Oh, how our young blood boils in the heat of the night
I'm a big, bad, coldblooded thriller, let it ride
Chase me down like liquor, let it linger on your lips
Go to church, born sinner, I ain't even gonna lie
Don't be shy just surrender to that hunger in your eyes
Feeling vicious on the dance floor, come on let it out, out, out, out, out
Come on, let it out


I confess on the weekend
Confess on the weekend
Oh-o-o
I may be a mess
But confess on the weekend
Oh
These bad habits

Never stop, stop, stop bad habits