The Diableros - Push It To Monday lyrics

On a postmark to a place The noises that i make Push a throttle into a maze A myth that i create When i play the parts that you hate I'm working out words to say There's a wino down the hall He's drinking ten pints a day On a credit card and he's late He'll never get to pay It don't matter here today He's working out words to say Drinking ten pints a day I know i'll never make an effort like i did in night school 'cause this machinery is only equipped to be marvelled at And though i'll never make an effort like i did in night school The dead dreams, they're good