Lyrics:
Nothing's gonna change there's no need to complain
Monday morning and it's time to go
Wet trunks and schoolbooks and sand on my toes
Do anything you
Riding on the City of New Orleans,
Illinois Central Monday morning rail
Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders,
Three conductors and twenty-five
My girl got a girlfriend
See 'em in a pearl Benz
Passin' by ya, sittin' higher
Flyin' then what yours is
My girl got a girlfriend
And we be bringin'
could fuck you by dawn keep it going till the sun up
I'm going, I'm going
You gone be screaming and moaning
From the dusk to the morning
We'll be
Woke up this morning thinking about the other night
Trying to do it all again, like every day is the weekend.
Some say it's a problem, I ain't really
by his lonely
And Paulie getting money so them bitches all on him
And his young boys riding, they ready to fall for him
'Cause word on the street
knows I tried
Sometimes I wake up in the morning
To red, blue and yellow lights
On Monday they destroyed me
But by Friday I'm revived
Put on that
swear this world
Won't be the one
That we once lived on
Took an oath
For a promise sworn and broken
All that's gone
Away
When Monday morning you
Saturday
When people think
That they might see
The next chapter of their destiny
And on Monday morning comes around
Get the work done but I listen for
of an empty bottle, no
Or the motel down the road
You know there’s nothing funny
‘Bout waking up Monday morning yeah
When the pain inside your head’s the same
L.K.'s and the gangster disciples
Louis can't think of who else could take over
But he just can't get up in the morning
A genuine face, braced for
the management
Having a cigarette
Hacking up half of my lung after having my butt
Then I'm buttoning up to go trudge in the sludge
Of a Monday morning
Could have
roses in the garden
I smelt it first like pain and coffee on a Monday morning
You can't be mad coz I found someone else that kept me warm when
I broke
begging please This is a after party
Pre Chorus:
Monday morning was my herbs day (Herbs day)
Tuesday night I make you thirsty (Thirsty)
Wednesday you left
your face I remember
Is reason of my cries
Due to circumstances
And whatever happens
Never ever say good-bye
Every Monday morning
Feel the events
friends on the tv
I guess you're still think they're great
And the Friday nights your by my side
Sunday morning I cry I cry
Monday night you're on your
(In one mile, turn left on Garden Avenue)
I wake up in the morning and I feel so fucked up
I wish I could get better, but it seems that I will not
like iseec
I never get too much money
sha buh the one wey Dey mama go manage it
Oya gee nti
Early Monday morning
(Early Monday morning)
Crediting time
This place I know
It feels old
Like it's pushed between my bones
Getting on
Saturday morning escapes
And I'm bruised by Monday
In the driving rain
It's Monday and I hear you when you said that you hate that day
Me too but there's nothing much about we can do
Let's just get to
Countin' down
Ridin' on the City of New Orleans
Illinois Central, Monday mornin' rail
Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders
Three conductors and twenty-five
got to be there by nine.
Pin stripe suit, clean shirt and tie,
Stops off at the corner shop, to buy The Times
'Good Morning Smithers-Jones'
'How's
to be there by nine
Pinstripe suit, clean shirt and tie
Stops off at the corner shop, to buy The Times
'Good Morning Smithers-Jones'
'How's the wife
late, got to be there by nine
Pin stripe suit, clean shirt and tie
Stops off at the corner shop to buy The Times
'Good morning, Smithers-Jones.'
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