Oh, monday morning
And the world wants to sink it's teeth into you
And the flying monkeys will tear you limb from limb again
Go and fight the freeway
A death race to your 9 to 5 machine
Like salmon fighting your way upstream
Oh around it goes and when it stops nobody knows
Let the world spin without us today
Baby, come back to bed

The devil might miss you
With the jackals by the copy machine
But they'll never find us in the fortress we've built today
As the pawns are falling
The king sends out another wave
But we are nowhere to be found

Turn off the phone let it take a message
We'll hide at home here with maury povich
And we'll be living the dream

Let them fight the freeway
A death race to reality tv
And we'll be oblivious to it all