Oh, Monday morning And the world wants to sink it's teeth into you And the flying monkeys will tear you limb from limb again Go and fight the freeway A death race to your 9 to 5 machine Like salmon fighting your way upstream Oh around it goes and when it stops nobody knows Let the world spin without us today Baby, come back to bed
The devil might miss you With the jackals by the copy machine But they'll never find us in the fortress we've built today As the pawns are falling The king sends out another wave But we are nowhere to be found
Turn off the phone let it take a message We'll hide at home here with Maury Povich And we'll be living the dream
Let them fight the freeway A death race to reality tv And we'll be oblivious to it all