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I tuck my kids in to bed and kiss my wife on the headI got a serious smile cuz tonight I clean the streetsI'm not talking about DialSpend the week wearing ties, walk the dog late at nightI take my daily run and when the weekend arrivesI'm kicking asses for funI put food on the tableSome would say that I'm unstable, nowSecret identity, nobody knows but mePatrolling the city streets, my ear to the groundSecret identity, no HR harassing meI be what I want to be when the weekend comes 'roundWhen the sun hits the sky it seems I've just closed my eyesAnd I can hear the sound, morning cartoons, Saturday's come aroundSmell of coffee and eggs, lists of chores to be madeIt's just my weekend style, nights for bustin' headsDays for Target and while I'm fine with washing dishesYeah I still have dreams and wishes, nowSecret identity, nobody knows but mePatrolling the city streets, my ear to the groundSecret identity, no HR harassing meI be what I want to be when the weekend comes 'roundSongtexteRain or shine, I'm on timeI love the glow of the city lightsTickin' clock, and what's at stakeNo pension plan or 15 minute breakI know the day will come when INo longer can swing across the skyBut I'm hanging on until the years decideThat I should end the fight and live a simple lifeBut for now I've got aSecret identity, nobody knows but mePatrolling the city streets, my ear to the groundSecret identity, no HR harassing meI be what I want to be when the weekend comes 'round Aus Songtexte Mania