Every Monday

I was checked in by 4, put the sign on the door
Looked out the window of the 17th floor
Yelled 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? Im wasting away like a castle of clay, thats 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 hed never take me alive
All of this because my favorite show was cancelled last night on tv So I called up marie, shed have sex for free
But for ten bucks an hour, shed listen to me Talk about rockstars and models on dope, and how I cant cope with this scene