04 Black Monday

'Black Monday'

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God paints the world black every Monday
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something's bound to go wrong
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so when a body flies out the window
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please trust me, it's where they belong

The sky is raining aeroplanes
the homemade prophets claim their fame
but let me reassure you
this is just an ordinary day

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We call it - Black Monday
We call it - Black Monday
We call it - Black Monday 
We call it - Black Monday

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And the Big Shots in their armoured suits go marching
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whilst the loser Kings get thrown into the bull ring
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And those office boys, those seniors' toys start falling
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falling in love with what they started off really hating

And the Winners in this world just keeps on winning
And the Losers don't know nothing better than losing
And when the Dreamers tell you to keep on dreaming
It is the best intentioned crime they keep on commiting