Mondays

E D/E E D/E E D/E You don't hate Mondays, you hate getting fucked in the tits E D/E I was an artist before I became this A Can you believe B E D/E E D/E I used to do this for free? E D/E I want your money, I want your power E D/E I want the choice to get out of this town A Nowhere to go B E D/E E D/E You can't build nothing on unknowns E D/E I've got a house and a family to raise E D/E Don't grow on trees so it won't grow on praise A If you believe B E D/E E D/E Pull out your pockets for me E D/E I'll tip my hat to the ground where I stand E D/E I'll beg for scraps from some kind-hearted man A Can you believe B E D/E E D/E That I used to suck dick for free? E D/E You don't hate Mondays, you hate getting fucked in the tits E D/E I was an artist before I became this A Can you believe B E That I used to suck dick for free