Monday

I try to ride all these clouds Time goes around No I'll never be found Fleeing from the Beelzebubs frown The banker is down No I nearly drowned I nearly drowned Oo-o-o-oh Oo-o-oh Oo-o-oh Oo-o-o-oh Oo-o-oh The Sergeant asks for bullets and pride Maybe he has arrived Thirty shots an a price Shots and price Holding till my eyelids are clear I'll disappear Oh Monday is here Can we wait till it clears Oo-o-o-oh Oo-o-oh Oo-o-oh Oo-o-oh Oo-o-o-oh Oo-o-oh Oo-o-oh Ready for another hot day It all slips away Can we break out the way This is our day