Monday - The Busters

You’re late for work, you’ve gotta run

The weekend went by, now it’s gone

The first shit of the day, is the dog shit on your way

You’re stuck in traffic jam

You swear as loud as you can

Why’s it always only you

Kept up by fools with nothing to do

You’re so poor you’ve got it bad

No one can be half as sad

You’re not the only person to be hurt

Things go wrong and you can’t help it

If you ain’t blind you can tell it

Sometimes it’s Monday all over the world

At work no one’s really nice

Except for all these little lies

Like: you’re looking good today

Can’t they see it’s a Monday?

You’re so poor you’ve 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

You’re so poor you’ve got it bad…