Monday

Lyrics

I'm on the train, but I'm not alone The teeny sound of someone's headphones Try to guess the song, always get it wrong 'Cause there's no tone We arrive at your party There's people there from your last party We're talking toe to toe, subjects we don't know Just like karate Oh Monday, Monday Every home, every room Empty and dusty like an old test tube The freeway is a bed of flowers With people fresh out of their showers Listening to songs, the line-up is so long This could take hours On my hair, I could wear some more wax cream And that would get me out of this old scene, yeah With my money I could be more careful Or I could cut two deals with the devil, yeah I remember the holidays Like there's a tiny projector In the back of my head I don't remember the taste of food I just remember the attitude I wanna go there again Oh Monday, Monday Every home, every room Empty and dusty like an old test tube