Monday Down
Prospect Park
Lyrics: Ian Roure / Music: The Larch
This New York waste - pass the invisible exports.
Day after day, a club-foot head on my shoulders.
Dim micro eyes that can't see 'round the next corner.
I try and try but can't even see the ceiling...
I play my part but don't get very far.
Maybe the Maker's mark will lead me
Into Prospect Park
Japanese car, a wife and house in the country,
Prayer in my heart is all they say it will cost me.
Make mine the faith - Man On A Cloud please hear me -
There's no escape if you won't go to bat for me...
I play my part but don't get very far.
Maybe the Maker's mark will lead me
Into Prospect...
Look it up in the golden book -
Unbelievable calling rates.
Have I finally found my way,
Or is it just a case of flattering fate?
I play my part but don't get very far
Maybe the Maker's mark will lead me
Into Prospect...
I can only pray I have found a way
Monday Down (Ian Roure)
It's a numbers game and the numbers aren't big enough,
Little Stalin says these numbers are a farce.
Longer hours and stricter supervision,
Fax this, fax that, fax it up your arse!
That's Monday down,
That's Monday down.
You're still around
So Monday down
The swelling of the human hemorrhoid,
Bureaucratic vein you were hoping to avoid.
'Fill this out and file it under
Do it over -
No need to get annoyed'
That's Monday down,
That's Monday down.
You're still around
So Monday down
The All Look Up looks down and frowns,
'Were you sick or were you shirking?
Those sick days are for show,
You're despised if you're not working'