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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! What a fuckin' day? Hey! What a fuckin' day? Hey! What a fuckin' day? 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! What a fuckin' day? Hey! What a fuckin' day? Hey! What a fuckin' day? 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! What a fuckin' day? Hey! What a fuckin' day? Hey! What a fuckin' day? Hey!