Do you pay for your crimes?   Does the punishment fit or drag your style to zero   Nothing till the weekend      If you think that you're the thrill   Take a look at your life, you kneel before your heroes   Nothing till the weekend      Could you care for the blind?   Tell me all in all, they're just your kind of zeros   Something for the weekend      If you think that you can spell   Make a list of the cunts you'd send to hell and send them   Send them on the weekend      Echo, echo, I know it's a sin to kiss and swallow   Echo, echo, a kick in your head to kill the hollow   Echo, echo, I know it's a sin to kiss and swallow   Echo, echo, a kick in your head to kill the hollow      Do you care for the blind?   Tell me all in all, they're just your kind of zeros   Something for the weekend      If you think that you can spell   Make a list of the cunts you'd send to hell and send them   Send them on the weekend      Echo, echo, I know it's a sin to kiss and swallow   Echo, echo, a kick in your head to kill the hollow   Echo, echo, I know it's a sin to kiss and swallow   Echo, echo, a kick in your head to kill the hollow      Are you listening?   No, in the narrowest sense   Are you listening?   I can hold you down by candlelight      With indifference, let the comfort start   I love you on your right side   It happens, promises broken, reasons let go   It happens, are you listening?      I know it's a sin but tell me it happens   I know it's a sin but tell me it happens   Echo, echo, echo   Echo, echo, echo      Echo, echo, I know it's a sin to kiss and swallow   Echo, echo, I know it's a sin to kiss and swallow