All mixed up in lust,
already those problems wont go away
Skies overcast
and all those black clouds just don’t blow away
There a future somewhere for the privelaged few
But for the weak and the exciled theres nothing new

This week, Oh la la This week,
This week, Oh la la This week,
This week little baby is fading away

All sick, bad and sad,
with no little message on the answer phone
Oh the best day they had
hasn’t come but if it would
Well they could come home

Theres fortune of gold for the wicked to keep
But for this little baby theres no where to sleep

This week, Oh la la This week,
This week, Oh la la This week,
This week little baby is fading away

This week, Oh la la This week,
This week, Oh la la This week,
This week, Oh la la This week,
This week, Oh la la This week,
This week little baby