Still wakin' up,I wish it's not monday,
But it's a new week in this month,
and all these guys around me.
The voice of the people,
in school I heard,
in the two minutes I'm wakin' up in my shirt,
That's what I hate,
it's the Monday,
who did it make?
Fuckin' Monday!
Why should I listen to records,
when I could go to a concert near to my house?
So why should I wake up and go to school
when I could waste my time with out any rule?
When I come home, I lay down,
throwing all my books around,
running out in the summer,
playing guitar without drummer.
Running throught the forest,
laughing all the day,
thinking about,
what I should make,
close my eyes and think...
I'm afraid.
I go to bed,
because my mum said,
I close my eyes,
and my head turns away,
and when I wake up it's Tuesday, Tuesday...
