Monday (Bonus Track)
Hey! How are ya? How are ya? How are ya?
Hey! How are ya? How are ya? How are ya?
Hey! How are ya? How are ya? How are ya?
Hey! How are ya? How are ya? How are ya?
Hey! How are ya? How are ya? How are ya?
Hey! How are ya? How are ya? How are ya?
Hey! How are ya? How are ya? How are ya?
Hey! How are ya? How are ya? How are ya?
Hey! How are ya? How are ya? How are ya?
Hey! How are ya? How are ya? How are ya?
Hey! How are ya? How are ya? How are ya?
Hey! How are ya? How are ya? How are ya? Hey!
When Monday comes again
Another week can begin
Wanting, I'd ask myself
Since it's like I cannot be alone
Wanting, I'm back where I belong
And I've found a way, now I'm going home
Monday, another sick reminder of another dead week gone by
But if it's Monday
If only for a moment
And if that moment's coming, so am I
But I dont know 'bout that
Smoke is in the air
I can't stand this
I got 19 fucking hours and then I might get to the end
Get me home
But when insects burrow in perfect harmony
The things at home are things I should not dream
To take me down will take a better flight than here
You took my time, so now I take you
Monday! Get me out of L. A.!
Monday! Get me out of L. A.!
Monday! Get me out of L.A.!
(I can't stand it) Jesus.
Hey! How are ya? How are ya? How are ya?
Hey! How are ya? How are ya? How are ya?
Hey! How are ya? How are ya? How are ya?
Hey! How are ya? How are ya? How are ya?
Hey! How are ya? How are ya? How are ya?
Hey! How are ya? How are ya? How are ya?
Hey! How are ya? How are ya? How are ya?
Hey! How are ya? How are ya? How are ya?
Hey! How are ya? How are ya? How are ya?
Hey! How are ya? How are ya? How are ya?
Hey! How are ya? How are ya? How are ya? Hey!
When Monday comes again
Another week can begin
Wanting, I'd ask myself
Since it's like I cannot be alone
Wanting, I'm back where I belong
And I've found a way, now I'm going home
Monday, another sick reminder of another dead week gone by
But if it's Monday
If only for a moment
And if that moment's coming, so am I
But I dont know 'bout that
Smoke is in the air
I can't stand this
I got 19 fucking hours and then I might get to the end
Get me home
But when insects burrow in perfect harmony
The things at home are things I should not dream
To take me down will take a better flight than here
You took my time, so now I take you
Monday! Get me out of L. A.!
Monday! Get me out of L. A.!
Monday! Get me out of L.A.!
(I can't stand it) Jesus.
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Writer(s): Christopher John Cheney, Scott Bradley Owen
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