The clock's got a smirk it's playing me bold
Coffee's my armor my hands are cold
The sun's hiding out behind the gray
But I'm still gonna charge through the fray
Oh Monday you sly little beast
You steal my weekend you cut my feast
But I'll dance on your ticking parade
Turn the grind into a masquerade
Traffic's a jungle horns growl like beasts
The pavement's a river of endless feet
But my mind's a fortress unbreakable steel
Monday's got nothing on the way I feel
Oh Monday you sly little beast
You steal my weekend you cut my feast
But I'll dance on your ticking parade
Turn the grind into a masquerade
You can't steal my vibe you can't take my song
I'll rewrite the script and prove you wrong
Your chains can't bind this runaway train
I'll wear my chaos like a golden chain
Oh Monday you sly little beast
You steal my weekend you cut my feast
But I'll dance on your ticking parade
Turn the grind into a masquerade
