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*** Monday ***
Youre late for work, youve gotta run
The weekend went by, now its gone
The first shit of the day, is the dog shit on your way
Youre stuck in traffic jam
You swear as loud as you can
Whys it always only you
Kept up by fools with nothing to do
Youre so poor youve got it bad
No one can be half as sad
Youre not the only person to be hurt
Things go wrong and you cant help it
If you aint blind you can tell it
Sometimes its Monday all over the world
At work no ones really nice
Except for all these little lies
Like: youre looking good today
Cant they see its a Monday?
Youre so poor youve got it bad...
Cars break down and couples fight
That really sounds unique
Your hairstylist should go to jail
And your best friend is a freak
Your soccer team lost every game
You feel just the same
You get into your car
And scratch your bosses Jaguar
Youre so poor youve got it bad...
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