Every time I close my eyes I think about the ones who died Who had the book but never wrote it down Who had the song but never made a sound
Every time I close my eyes I think about our daily lives A dying man in a living room The suicide in a gorilla costume
Monday morning Give us our razors Feel like dying but Monday morning Give us our razors Feeling like dying but We'll just shave and go on
Every time I close my eyes I think about our childhood friends All the weddings and the drunken smiles Shredded rainbows They lined the aisles
Every time I close my eyes I think about my daily life My sun my fate my colors my crimes my razors my times my enemies
Monday morning Give us our razors Feel like dying but We'll just shave and Monday morning Give us our razors Feel like dying but We'll just shave and go on