on a monday morning.
it's monday morning
and i'm thinking about
the people i'd like to see
and the places that i'd like to be
but this world's based on sacrifice
toil & strife
and we might tell ourselves differently
in the middle of the night
but the world's just not right
on a monday morning.
working for a paycheck
just to stay on your feet
so we drink and be merry at
the end of the week
but we wake up monday morning
with cement shoes on our feet
and sawdust for teeth.
we hide all our aspirations.
deny what we seek.
cause money in the bank
is worth more than our beliefs.
we're ruled by our surroundings
and in turn by our standings
and our money and it's saving,
the progress we've been making
and by the way that you have been behaving
(by those things you know that you've been craving.)
that makes you do this hating
and you'll always know on which side of the cage you dwell
because nothing is more obvious than the alarm clock bell
on a monday morning.
...m.e.s. .feb.19.07...
and i'm thinking about
the people i'd like to see
and the places that i'd like to be
but this world's based on sacrifice
toil & strife
and we might tell ourselves differently
in the middle of the night
but the world's just not right
on a monday morning.
working for a paycheck
just to stay on your feet
so we drink and be merry at
the end of the week
but we wake up monday morning
with cement shoes on our feet
and sawdust for teeth.
we hide all our aspirations.
deny what we seek.
cause money in the bank
is worth more than our beliefs.
we're ruled by our surroundings
and in turn by our standings
and our money and it's saving,
the progress we've been making
and by the way that you have been behaving
(by those things you know that you've been craving.)
that makes you do this hating
and you'll always know on which side of the cage you dwell
because nothing is more obvious than the alarm clock bell
on a monday morning.
...m.e.s. .feb.19.07...