Lyrics The Bouncing Souls

The Bouncing Souls

Monday Morning Ant Brigade

Monday morning, I woke up late

I feel like shit and I can't see straight

One last drink was a bad idea

I’m on the bowl with diarrhea

Out the door in a fog

Barked at by the neighbor’s dog

Forgot my keys, I went back inside

I got a flat so I can't ride

The phone rings aw jeez now what?

I am an idiot so I pick it up (hello?)

Now I’m held up on my line

My cretin landlord he's wasting my time

He wants his money or we go to trial

He's got penis envy denial

Another weekend I didn't get laid it's a Monday morning ant brigade

Another weekend I didn't get paid it's a Monday morning ant brigade

Fuck it all, no regrets

I’m staying in and you can bet

It sucks outside in the pouring rain

I'll smoke some pot and fry my brain

Thom cut the record down to the bone

I'm the sure shot rocking the microphone

Another weekend I didn't get laid it's a Monday morning ant brigade

I've got the Monday mornings