Every Monday

I was checked in by four

Put the sign on the door

Looked out the window of the seventeenth floor

Talked to the city that knows me by name

And all the bad things that I do

I shed five bitter tears

Into five bitter beers

Looked at my watch and asked

"Where have the years gone?

I'm wasting away like a castle of clay

And slowly crumbling into"

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Every Monday

I get this pain

Every Wednesday

It hits my brain

Every Friday I die

Cuz everyday

I still

Think of you

I was fucked up by five

Talkin' nothin' but jive

Told the bartender he'd never take me alive

All of this because my favorite show

Was cancelled last night on TV

So I called up Marie

She'd have sex for free

But for ten bucks an hour she'd listen to me

Talk about rock stars & models on dope

And how I can't cope with this scene

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