Too much flexing, gets so vexing, it's depressing
Feels like everything I see has got me stressing
No one's counting all the hours spent in showers
Puzzled 'bout my future, limited encounters
Tick-tock
Tick-tock
Time is up
Sunday is cry day
Monday, go my way
If I have a bad week one more time
I might just fly away
Sunday is cry day
Monday, go my way
If I have a bad week one more time
I might just fly away
I might shut myself in a catacomb
Paralyzed, mummify in a tomb
'Cause no amount of words will help me through this stress, no
Acting up, I'm so cynical, attitude that's so usual
Daily inspiration that won't move you forwards
Tick-tock
Tick-tock
Time is up
Sunday is cry day
Monday, go my way
If I have a bad week one more time
I might just fly away
Sunday is cry day
Monday, go my way
If I have a bad week one more time
I might just fly away
(Uh, Yeah) I hate my boss
Every Monday morning he is on my ar-
To much on my mind, I can't find a cause
Work is taking over and I need a pause
(Uh, Yeah) I hate my boss
Every Monday morning he is on my ar-
To much on my mind, I can't find a cause
Work is taking over and I need a pause
Tick-tock Tick-tock
Your time is up
Sunday is cry day
Monday, go my way
If I have a bad week one more time
I might just fly away
Sunday is cry day
Monday, go my way
If I have a bad week one more time
I might just fly away
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