Monday I don't wanna play, on Monday Pinned to my memory Not just another Monday It seems like such a lie Monday, it seems like such a lie Monday, it
I don't wanna play on Monday I don't wanna play on Monday Pinned to my memory Not just another Monday It seems like such a lie Monday, it seems like
? I don't wanna play, on Monday I don't wanna play, on Monday Pinned to my memory Not just another Monday It seems like such a lie Monday, it seems
Traduzione: The Living End. Lunedi.
reading, writing, doing something, But at the end of the day I'm nothing, I can throw my life away from Monday to Friday, But I will not live like you
Oakland Got the munchies for some soul food So we stopped to get a bite to eat At the local barbeque It's just another borin' Monday An' there's nothin
workin' the backside Whisper in my ear sayin' they can treat a thug right Well, that ain't me, bitch. I live scrub life Cause that's the only way I escape Watchin' my old school Monday
turned to sand We live underground Ever since the end of the fall Nations erased Programmed 20 years ago I'm alive Blue Moon Monday Blue Moon Monday
Spreadsheets by the end of the week You'd rather spread them sheets and try to get some sleep Nobody wanna lift a crate That ain't living great You wanna
Monday morning, a midwest gloom above. The word on the other end, the news's of death of hope. Life slain by love, I don't hink that we will live through
monday mourning, a midwest gloom above. the word on the other end, the news of death of hope. life slain by love, I don't think we will live through
me sweet and gentle The way he should I've got it bad And that ain't good And when the weekend's over And Monday rolls around I end up like I start out
friend Is a friend to the end and it?s oh so simple A man is a man and a woman is a woman But the times we are living in demand That a man can change
he likes a hottie with teeter-totters and body Chocolate ta-teys, bank grande and Jake say I excel like Hyundai In a hundred and one ways, Monday through Sundays Living
" greet miners. Unions vote to end the national strike. The Rainbow Warrior of Greenpeace is damaged in New Zealand by two bombs. Live Aid rocks the world
me a trouble maker 'cause I'm a ridah Death to you playa haters, don't let me find ya [Verse One: Spice 1] I'm fully loaded in more than one way, Monday
two but he fell Called his older brother one day, cryin' apologizing It was a Monday, said he was sick of dramatizin And that his Hydai, had came to the end
, put it down for the hood Mayn it feel good, to ride and get blowed Billion dollar dreams, me and Kay thinking thoed Breaking down the beat, Solo has provided Dead End
