Simple Citizens - Mondayne

Tekst piosenki:

Before the sun shines in the mornin'
I'm up wakin' and yawnin'
Hear the birds calling out
Ready for work for the break of dawn and
And I'm brawlin' with the 101-West
Freeway's just one big mess
Similar to my life
Way too similar to my life

Before the sun shines in the mornin'
I'm up wakin' and yawnin'
Hear the birds calling out
Ready for work for the break of dawn and
And I'm brawlin' with the 101-West
Freeway's just one big mess
Similar to my life
Way too similar to my life

Came to audition
Joey on the passenger seat
Monday morning 'bout to start my week I said
"Clutch the gears switchin'
Better be quicker than my feet
Stuck in traffic in the California heat"
Then one move to the left lane, the right moves faster
Back on the right and the left moves past us
Vehicle abhorrence is an everyday disaster
Well flight's spittin' on us getting whipped by the master man
and the master plan

Oh let me check it, checkin', check my pockets with the empty hand like

There's certain things I can't understand
Working full time getting taxed by the man
Not tryna flex this practice, I love my roads paved
But something's off axis
It seems like we're starved off the crashes
Want to see my pay-check the senators for taxes
Part of my lackness, you can call me selfish but
When trucks running on an empty gut
And often too many times we get stuck
This week can overheat it in this leaky muck
I barely got a buck and I got my rent due
Gotta pay my credit card bills or I'm through
Lock out, telephone bill time two
That's not all of 'em
And just to name a few

Dude, them skies are blue for somebody
'Cause I've got great thoughts for you -- Who thought
That I would get caught up in this mess
Who thought that I would get caught up in this mess (Who thought that I would get caught up in this stress)

Dude, them skies are blue for somebody
'Cause I've got great thoughts for you -- Who thought
That I would get caught up in this mess
Who thought that I would get caught up in this mess

And any point in time you can make your heart stop
With a needle or a knot while your boombox blasts and
It's a comforting thought to think that when life gets hot
No one can escape and never ever get caught
Lay in the grave to rot
Say goodbye to the clock
And the papers pilin' up in your mailbox
Let the bombs drop and the shoppers shop
Don't keep the brush, header wash, yours to mop
Hell's the spot
Where you'll find your cot
If you flip that triple six, shoot a slot
Well, uh, maybe so, but, uh, maybe not
'Cause I never heard of a word from a person and their caught
And I hardly think that hell is nothing more than a thought
While I'm wasted on the floor of my father's loft
Milling in abuse with my mom a lot
She said, "Say your prayers, God likes to talk
And I'll help you in the future when you hit some rocks"
Well, uh, maybe so, but probably fuckin' not
'Cause I'm sure those dead kids were prayin' that they rot
All of that sure to be desired then life's sure not
Then I complain we shouldn't walk but skip jump and hop
Hop
Hop
(Hop)