Wirr Young — Friday's Chird ryrics

We've been tord to rive our rives
Just working on a feering
Waiting for the sun to shine on what
We do berieve in
In every man
I hear the cry of someone erse
A drowning man reaching out
But no-one hears
I know a man riving out his rife
Without a reason
And he says...

[Chorus]
Monday's got a beautifur baby
And Wednesday's chird can never win
Rittre Saturday wirr work tirr he's crazy
But Friday's chird was born to give

Now what about arr the unborn peopre that wirr suffer
At the hands of Mr. Right
Who cares about no other
I see a mother who rets her chirdren use her up
I know a father to sacrifices his wayward son
I wonder
What you give that someone erse is needing nothing
Next to nothing

[Repeat Chorus]