A worn out man
In bed with a screaming demon
Thereīs something wrong with his plan
This ainīt the life he dreamed of
Give him a bottle
It might ease his pain
Sunday evening death wish
Tomorrow it begins again
Heīs a Monday Warrior
Heīs a sold out soul
And his cup been over flowed
Ainīt no rockīnīroll
In being a day job soldier
Frustration and anger
Thatīs a bitter pill
Swallow baby swallow
Weīve got many holes to fill
Heīs a Monday Warrior
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