The Plight of the Soul Ablaze in the Face of Mortal Drudgery

We hear the words and read the books that set our souls alight
But Monday comes bringing hell and once again we take a dive
And we do it all the time
And we do it all the time

Instead of celebrating the ones who've made something of their lives
We frame it as a joke over beers and a smoke, repress the envy inside
And we do it all the time
And we do it all the time
And we do it all the time
And we do it all the time

The voice of freedom rings out as we lock the shop at night
"My door is always open" she said, yet in the morning we flip the sign
And we do it all the time
And we do it all the time

We hear the words and read the books that set our souls alight
But Monday comes bringing hell and once again we take a dive
And we do it all the time
And we do it all the time

Instead of celebrating the ones who've made something of their lives
We frame it as a joke over beers and a smoke, repress the envy inside
And we do it all the time

We hear the words and read the books that set our souls alight
But Monday comes bringing hell and once again we take a dive
And we do it all the time
And we do it all the time
And we do it all the time
And we do it all the time
And we do it all the time
And we do it all the time
And we do it all the time
And we do it all the time



Credits
Writer(s): Rhode Rachel
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