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Monday morning â canât stand the light
I hate to hear earlybirds sing!
Iâm damaged, seems I need another night
A new week, I canât stand to begin
Itâs the same olâ song, do I bore ya?
But Iâm too pissed to sing âSha-la-leeâ
Longing for a weekend, I just hate my life:
Monday and Iâm already on my knees.
And the Man is preaching: âItâs alright, câmon boy, itâs not that bad!â
And the birds are tweeting âlife is great, no use in being sad...â
But why am I everybodyâs jerk?
Friday evening â good olâ pub oâmine
A place to forget about it all.
Five beers later anâ I taste the good olâ times
When they hadnât got you by the balls.
And old Harryâ coughing âItâs alright, câmon boy, look up, lifeâs greatâ
And Mrs. Trumanâs noddinâ âLife is fine, gotta believe in your fate!â
But why am I everybodyâs jerk?
Sunday morning â she rang once more
To back her bags to get away
How I love to see her face in the door,
best way to start a bloody new day!
And sheâs preaching: âItâs alright boy, youâll be doing fine,
it was my fault, but it will be getting better after some time, Iâm sureâ
Once again Iâm everybodyâs jerk!