"Every Monday" as written by and Butch Walker....
I was checked in by 4
Put the sign on the door
Looked out the window of the 17th floor
Talked to the city that knows me by name
And all the bad things I do
I shed 5 bitter tears
Into 5 bitter beers
Looked at my watch and said, "Where have the years gone?
I'm wasting away like a castle of clay
That's slowly crumbling into..."

Every Monday, I get this pain
Every Wednesday, it hits my brain
Every Friday I die, cuz everyday
I still think of you

I was fucked up by 5
Talking nothing but jive
Told the bartender he'd never take me alive
All of this because my favorite show
Was cancelled last night on TV
So I called up Marie
She'd have sex for free
But for ten bucks an hour she'd listen to me
Talk about rockstars and models on dope
And how I can't cope with this scene

Every Monday, I get this pain
Every Wednesday, it hits my brain
Every Friday I die, cuz everyday
I still think of you

Every Monday, I get this pain
Every Wednesday, it hits my brain
Every Friday I die, cuz everyday
I still think of you
Talk like you
Eat like you
Breathe like you
Sleep like you
Every day
I still...want you


Lyrics submitted by zao_163

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