Every Monday - Butch Walker

I was checked in by 4, put the sign on the door

Looked out the window of the 17th floor

Yelled to the city that knows me by name, and all the bad things I do.

I shed 5 bitter tears, into 5 bitter beers

Looked at my watch and said, «where have the years gone?

Im wasting away like a castle of clay, thats slowly crumbling into.»

Every monday, I get this pain

Every wednesday, it hits my brain

Every friday I die, cuz everyday

I still think of you

I was fucked up by 5, talking nothing but jive

Told the bartender hed never take me alive

All of this because my favorite show was cancelled last night on tv So I called up marie, shed have sex for free

But for ten bucks an hour, shed listen to me Talk about rockstars and models on dope, and how I cant cope with this scene