Dirty skies and shattered lives It feels like Monday My heart beats like a devisee It feels like Monday Friday well I hatched a plan On Saturday I wrote it down I wrote it on my filthy hands to tell you It's over on Sunday And now it feels like Monday Rush our drums and traffic comes It feels like Monday We can stop as the dials drop It feels like Monday Friday well I hatched a plan On Saturday I wrote it down I wrote it on my filthy hands to tell you It's over on Sunday And now it feels like Monday And I told you Sunday Things were going to change Does it feel like Monday, today? Yes it feels like Monday Yes I told you one day I was going away Does it feel like Monday, today? Feels like Monday Feels like Monday (Day Day)