Every Monday

I was checked in by 4, put the sign on the door Looked out the window of the 17th floor Talked to the city, that knows me by name And all the bad things that I do I shed 5 bitter tears into 5 bitter beers Looked at my watch And said, "Where have the years gone? I'm wastin' away like a castle of clay That's slowly crumblin' too" Every Monday, I get this pain Every Wednesday, it hits my brain Every Friday I die, 'cause everyday I still think of you I was fucked up by 5, talkin' nothin' but jive Told the bartender he'd never take me alive All of this because my favorite show Was canceled last night on TV So I called up Marie, she has sex for free But for ten bucks an hour, she'd listen to me Talk about rock stars and models on dope And why I can't cope with this scene Every Monday, I get this pain Every Wednesday, it hits my brain Every Friday I die, 'cause everyday I still think of you Every Monday, I get this pain Every Wednesday, it hits my brain Every Friday I die, 'cause everyday I still think of you Talk like you, eat like you Breathe like you, sleep like you Everyday I still want you