Buck-O-Nine - Monday Morning

Monday Morning I’m feeling strange
Got an insubordination of a brain
If I open my eyes, put my feet on the ground
It’s just one more day I’m a Fuckin’ Clown

Screams… Like the day you were born
Whispers… Talking out of turn
Nightmares… Now you can’t sleep
This is the perilous life I must lead
Stranded… Even though I’m in the wild
Ice feels… Like a burning fire
Sliced by… My own hand
Spinnin’ around with my head in the sand

OH - Can’t take anymore - NO
OH - Can’t feel anymore - NO
I’m Snoozin’ again, it’s Monday Morning

Creepin’ up on NINE(am) got a lot of regret
The sounds outside, want a hole in my head

I don’t really care about being late
If it’s all the same - I got nothing to say
One more five - I got a-lot on my mind
Jets are screamin’ I just wanna die
I never heard a dog – bark like that
The kid downstairs is a fucking brat!

OH - Can’t take anymore – NO
OH - (I can’t no respect) Can’t feel anymore – NO
I’m snoozin’ again it’s Monday Morning

Oh shit, I gotta go-to work…

Written by:
Andy Platfoot, Anthony Curry, Craig Yarnold, Dan Albert, Jon Pebsworth, Jonas Kleiner, Steve Bauer

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Lyrics © COHEN AND COHEN, Word Collections Publishing

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