What a Fucking Day - Little Big

Monday came after glorious weekends

Fuckin' cat shited into my sneakers

No pleasure and no money, entire round running

And you asking yourself

What a fuckin' day?

(Hey!)

What a fuckin' day?

(Hey!)

What a fuckin' day?

(Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!)

What a fuckin' day?

(Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!)

What a fuckin' day?

(Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!)

What a fuckin' day?

(Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!)

Day by day dipping deep in this system

My brain needs so much more fuckin' assistance

Time is up I must offer resistance, tear a vicious circle

For I really can feel all right

Rednecks steal my money

They’re happy and think it’s funny

All right, I call the police

Instead of help they take my drug analysis

Fuckin' tired of endlessly violence

Outdoors I think in the silence:

What a fuckin' day?

(Hey!)

What a fuckin' day?

(Hey!)

What a fuckin' day?

(Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!)

What a fuckin' day?

(Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!)

What a fuckin' day?

(Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!)

What a fuckin' day?

(Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!)

Creakin' bricks, broken glass, now my way is done

There’s no fear and my soul’s heading to the clouds

Now I’m here, now I’m free, can’t believe it’s true

Knock the door and get in — all i have to do

— Let me pass through the gate of the paradise

I was good and I was to be clarified

— Okay, man, there’s something we can assume!

Then I opened my eyes in my room

What a fuckin' day?

(Hey!)

What a fuckin' day?

(Hey!)

What a fuckin' day?

(Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!)

What a fuckin' day?

(Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!)

What a fuckin' day?

(Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!)

What a fuckin' day?

(Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!)

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