Lyrics
Fridays are for murderers
Get your shotgun out, get your shotgun out
Take your dreams to the streets now
Get your shotgun out, get your shotgun out
The best politician is a dead one
Get your shotgun out, get your shotgun out
And books burn best when they're freshly pressed
Get the fires out, get your lighters out
Oho
Fridays are for murderers
Get your shotgun out, get your shotgun out
Take your dreams to the streets now
Get your shotgun out, get your shotgun out
The best politician is a dead one
Get your shotgun out, get your shotgun out
And books burn best if they're freshly pressed
Get the fires out, get your lighters out
Oho, oho
You see the soles of our shoes, we're still marching on
You can't stop us now; no you can't stop us now
Every step we make, you can't take from us
There's not a step we make that you could take from us
You say the best politician is a dead one
I disagree
But your books burn best when they're freshly pressed
Get the fires out, I'll get my lighters out
Oho, oho
R.E.S.P.E.C.T and L.O.V.E for everybody