Monday Monday - Drapht

Monday Monday - Drapht

Альбом
Seven Mirrors
Год
2016
Язык
`Angļu`
Длительность
269480

Zemāk ir dziesmas vārdi Monday Monday , izpildītājs - Drapht ar tulkojumu

Dziesmas vārdi " Monday Monday "

Oriģinālteksts ar tulkojumu

Monday Monday

Drapht

I wake up, everyday starts with a phone call

Phone Paul with a problem day whats-her-face forgets her name

Man how you gonna forget your name

Same illusion, it’s just a different day

Misread the roster, rocking up a little wake to work

Flirting with the barista instead of serving customers

Nah fuck it, I ain’t having it

A losing battle when—when customer

Is mad and plans to take a rant to Urbanspoon

Order two Nasi Gorengs expecting german food

What you want me to say?

Kill 'em with kindness, rather get my grenade

Lemons to lemonade, say the customer is always right

Well Christ, what if the customer is nothing but a bitch?

I can’t keep doing this

Can’t keep doing this man

Rather give her a bag of dicks, I ain’t meaning Japanese cuisine

There ain’t no delicacy, yep yep yeah you can can leave

(What?!) I said would you like a receipt

(Oh, yes please) Yo, I can’t stand you fucking people

(Excuse me?) I said come back again

I even saved your favourite table, it’s always a pleasure to see you

Deepak told me I gotta breathe

Instead I fall apart at the seems

Cause everyday’s been a Monday

For so long

Then you know, you know, you know

I seem to blink and the day is over

Then you know, you know, you know

It’s Monday again

Again, again

It’s Monday again, yeah

Just another Monday again, again

I know

Man, I shouldn’t take their pain personal

Like murder-ball, they’re killin' you

Without a leg to stand on and I know you can’t feel your feet

'Cause you steppin' all over my toes when they are underneath

End of my tether with everyone

Living in civil unrest, no security like I’m Lebanon

Forget 'em all Paul, go and live on an island in Thailand

No finance, just me, myself and I and my guitar

Serenading my lady under the stars, nothing but fucking love

Ah, no alarms in my luggage

A groundhog day without Bill Murray is fucking rubbish

Love it, hate it, messing my being

Yelling at these kids it wasn’t part of my dream

Thich Nhat Hanh told me to breath

Instead I fall apart at the seems

Cause everyday’s been a Monday

For so long

Then you know, you know, you know

I seem to blink and the day is over

Then you know, you know, you know

It’s Monday again

Again, again

It’s Monday again

Just another Monday again, again

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