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Fire Walking round town with size 5s And all this desire Your gonna miss my eyes, huh, my ass I stopped the bus by lying down And playing dead You see the trouble with Mondays It makes me sick when I work This is the last time And time, and time, and time again You say the trouble with Mondays Is scraping sick off your shirt This is the last time And time, and time, and time Time out And my mum is dying to meet you And my dad is dying to meet you And my dog is just dying to meet you Yeah everybody's dying Now everyone is in the sun And playing dead You see the trouble with Mondays It makes me sick when I work This is the last time And time, and time, and time, and time again You say the trouble with Mondays SongtexteIs scraping sick off your shirt This is the last time And time, and time, and time Time out And my gran is dying to meet you Dan the man is dying to meet you And my dog is still dying to meet you Yeah everybody's dying Now everyone is in the sun And playing dead You see the trouble with Mondays I'm getting sick of the word This is the last time no light is in me You dig me a hole and then you rip me Screaming naked through the hedgerows And all the time you don't see There's only trouble with Mondays There's only trouble with Mondays Aus Songtexte Mania