Friday mourning. I'm dressed in black. Douse the houselights. I'm not coming back. For years I warned you. Through tears I told you. Friday mourning. There comes a time. Before that breaks this very smug mug of mine. This dawn raid. Soon put paid to. All the things I'd whispered to you. At night time. And I will never stand naked in front of you. Or if I do it won't be for a long time. Look once to me look once to me. Then look away. Look once to me then look away. Oh woh oh oh woh oh oh woh oh oh woh oh. And when they hold me down. And when they kick me down the stairs. I see the faces all lined up before me. Of teachers and of parents and bosses. Who all share a point of view. You are a loser. You are a loser. Loser.... . Friday friday mourning. Dressed in black. I won't be coming back