Make plans it always seems to rain on Friday And the reason isn't ours to say Shake hands with hard men Love the unexpected If you get a chance today Holding on pouring out Hes a poor man now All the pressure signs about to turn Sleep tight, the angels Make a man tread lightly Has a vision when he lies awake Martyr makes a virgin feel like hell in heaven And there's madness in his eyes today Holding on or pouring out Hes a poor man now All your pressure signs about to turn Holding on, pouring out Hes a poor man now All the precious times about to burn