The Bouncing Souls Follow

Monday morning, I woke up late
I feel like shit and I can't see straight
One last drink was a bad idea
I'm on the bowl with diarrhea

Out the door in a fog
Barked at by the neighbors dog
Forgot my keys, I went back inside
I got a flat, so I can't ride
The phone rings, aw jeez, now what?
I'm an idiot, so I pick it up, hello

Now I'm held up on my line
My cretin landlord, he's wasting my time
He wants his money or we go to trial
He's got penis envy denial

Another weekend, I didn't get laid
It's a Monday morning ant brigade
Another weekend, I didn't get paid
It's a Monday morning ant brigade

Fuck it all, no regrets
I'm staying in and you can bet
It sucks outside in the pouring rain
I'll smoke some pot, fry my brain
Thom cut the record down to the bone
I'm a sure shot, rocking the microphone

Another weekend, I didn't get laid
It's a Monday morning ant brigade
I got the Monday mornings
I got the Monday mornings
I got the Monday mornings
I got the Monday mornings

Monday
Monday
Monday

Monday morning ant brigade