Every Monday

I was checked in by 4, put the sign on the door

Looked out the window of the 17th floor

Talked to the city, that knows me by name

And all the bad things that I do

I shed 5 bitter tears into 5 bitter beers

Looked at my watch

And said, "Where have the years gone?

I'm wastin' away like a castle of clay

That's slowly crumblin' too"

Every Monday, I get this pain

Every Wednesday, it hits my brain

Every Friday I die, 'cause everyday

I still think of you

I was fucked up by 5, talkin' nothin' but jive

Told the bartender he'd never take me alive

All of this because my favorite show

Was canceled last night on TV

So I called up Marie, she has sex for free

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

Talk about rock stars and models on dope

And why I can't cope with this scene

Every Monday, I get this pain

Every Wednesday, it hits my brain

Every Friday I die, 'cause everyday

I still think of you

Every Monday, I get this pain

Every Wednesday, it hits my brain

Every Friday I die, 'cause everyday

I still think of you

Talk like you, eat like you

Breathe like you, sleep like you

Everyday I still want you