Pulp - Monday Morning
There’s nothing to do so you just stay in bed.
(poor thing)
Why live in the world when you can live in your head?
…
And so you finally left school, so now what are you going to do?
Now you’re so grown up, yeah you’re oh oh oh oh oh so mature oh.
Going out late from Monday, chuck up in the street on Sunday.
You don’t want to live till Monday and do it all over again.
…
Now, now that you’re free,
what are you going to be?
And who are you going to see?
And where, where will you go
and how will you know
you didn’t get it all wrong?
Is this the light of a new day dawning?
A future bright that you can walk in?
No it’s just another Monday morning.
Do it all over again.
Good times.
