Dirty skies and shattered lives
It feels like Monday
My heart beats like a devisee
It feels like Monday
Friday well I hatched a plan
On Saturday I wrote it down
I wrote it on my filthy hands
To tell you it's over on Sunday
And now it feels like Monday
Rush our drums and traffic comes
It feels like Monday
We can stop as the dials drop
It feels like Monday
Friday well I hatched a plan
On Saturday I wrote it down
I wrote it on my filthy hands
To tell you it's over on Sunday
And now it feels like Monday
And I told you Sunday
Things were going to change
Does it feel like Monday, today
Yes it feels like Monday
Yes I told you one day
I was going away
Does it feel like Monday, today
Feels like Monday
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