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This Week We'll See
- Intentionally Left Bank

What a week it'll be when I'm counting the days like I would hours
What a week it'll be when we're counting the bees like they do flowers

This week we'll see....
What we'll see isn't real, you know
This week we'll see....
What you know isn't real, you'll see...this week

They say you should strike when the iron is hot and you've got the power
When it rains and it pours, opportunity soars, don't throw in the towel

This week we'll see....
What we'll see isn't real, you know
This week we'll see....
What you know isn't real, you'll see...this week

This Week We'll See
- Give Our Regards To The Earth's Core

This week, we'll see the bottom of ten bottles of Bundaberg Rum
This week, we'll see inside of every pub from here to kingdom come
This week, we'll see strips shows showing lots of twat
But next week, what are we gonna be?
I don't think I wanna know the answer to that.

Well Mummy and Daddy they gave me lots of money
To go out and have fun with all of my mates
We have fun, fun, fun
In the sun, sun, sun
It's holiday time
We do whatever it takes

Oh yeah life is good it's time for celebration
In a means fitting for people of our station

This week, we'll see blokes taking dumps in the back of a bus
This week, we'll see fat coppers who can't run as fast as us
This week, we'll see windows smashed and tyres slashed
But next week, what are we gonna be?
I don't think I wanna know the answer to that.

We are young
We are free
Now it's time to get dirty
When me and the boys have a holiday
Down to the beach for a holiday
A lovely holiday
In the sun
We'll have fun fun fun
In the sun sun sun
On our holiday

This week, we'll see dodgy blokes down an alleyway selling us drugs
This week, we'll see old ladies calling us drunken thugs
This week, we'll see shit and vomit and piss and blood
But next week, what are we gonna be?

Back in our jobs
as accountants and solicitors
in our City offices
making lots of money.

This week we'll see
grock

It’s been 8 days
I can’t get you off of my mind
walked out the door
left me behind
took all of your things
but you left me mine
I have nothin to sing

Will I see her this week
Well see

sweep it under the rug
we can work it out this time
forget all the past
know we can this time

holding onto hope
you’ll return to me
the things I would do
if you could hear me please
your never coming back
to love me again
I know it’s my fault

will I hear her this week
well see
listen to me speak
you'll see
will I feel her this week
well see
will I taste you again
well see

sweep it under the rug
we’ll work it out this time

This week we’ll see

Under a clear blue California sky
I couldn’t watch the tears go by
I couldn’t stay away
I couldn’t close my eyes
I couldn’t pray

After the warm California sun
I couldn’t sleep
I couldn’t stay awake
Boston through this heartache

Last week we were blind
But now our eyes deceive
Last week we were everyone blind
But I do believe
That this week we’ll see
This week we’ll see

In the cold California night
I watched the firefight
And when they took him alive
I thought, “Justice is done thank God”

Last week we were blind
But now our eyes deceive
Last week we were everyone blind
But I do believe
That this week we’ll see
This week we’ll see

And justice will be served in the weeks to come


Verse
Bb-Dm/A-Ab-Eb/G-Ebm/G-Bb/F-Fsus-F

Chorus
Fm-Dbmaj7-Abadd9-Eb/G
Eb-Ebm/Gb-Bb