A Planet Called Monday Monday morning, everybody's yawning Got to get up, get out Get into town, mustn't be late Silent travellers, never speaking Only the buzz of a terminal bubble Cruiing the airways, circling round. Monday morning, everybody's crawling Spiral stairways to the sun Monday morning, everybody's yawning Got to keep the fires high Send them all up to the sky Save us from eternal night We need sunlight Monday morning, sirens calling Someone's got to keep this planet turning Make us warm so we may rise again Someone's got to keep the fires burning No-one's cold when stairs unfold on... Monday morning, Monday morning, Monday morning Yeah, yeah...Yeah, yeah...Yeah... No-one's cold on Monday morning Once we lazed on sun-soaked beaches trying Golden people blessed with days of light Now we only climb to keep from dying No-one's cold when stairs unfold on Monday morning, everybody's crawling, Spiral staiways, spiral stairways. Monday morning, Monday morning, Monday morning
