Monday morning hurts like hell
Put on a smile, no one can tell

Papers got nothing to say
Radio says, have a nice day

Crawl to work, slow off the draw
Pretend I care bout what’s in store

Eternal torture shaped like a desk
Fleeting relief as I check my txt's

Fat cat boss, at the top of the tree
Collects up crap to dump on me

Don’t even like Mine sweeper or Solitaire
Could...