Mondays Songtext
You don't hate Mondays, you hate getting fucked in the tits
I was an artist before I became this
Can you believe
I used to do this for free?
I want your money, I want your power
I want the choice to get out of this town
Nowhere to go
You can't build nothing on unknowns
I was an artist before I became this
Can you believe
I used to do this for free?
I want your money, I want your power
I want the choice to get out of this town
Nowhere to go
You can't build nothing on unknowns
I've got a house and a family to raise
Don't grow on trees so it won't grow on praise
If you believe
Pull out your pockets for me
I'll tip my hat to the ground where I stand
I'll beg for scraps from some kind-hearted man
Can you believe
That I used to suck dick for free?
You don't hate Mondays, you hate getting fucked in the tits
I was an artist before I became this
Can you believe
That I used to suck dick for free?
Don't grow on trees so it won't grow on praise
If you believe
Pull out your pockets for me
I'll tip my hat to the ground where I stand
I'll beg for scraps from some kind-hearted man
Can you believe
That I used to suck dick for free?
You don't hate Mondays, you hate getting fucked in the tits
I was an artist before I became this
Can you believe
That I used to suck dick for free?
