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Monday Morning Stand

escaping if only we would... stand when the lines are breaking stand when my heart is aching stand where You want me I'll be here stand when the storm

T H U G T H U G Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday Thursday, Friday, Saturday thugs Everyday thugs we be Bone Thug, ah Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday

He gets up each morning and he goes downtown where everyone's his boss, and he's lost in an angry land. He's a little man. But then he comes uptown each

electric, perfected, cooking them O's no more peanut butter sandwiches, now we looking at loaves hoes, I need a condom for my toast, busting in these n-ggas standing

stands Six for the tax man, and one for the band Back in the studio to make our latest number one Take two-hundred-and-seventy-six You know, this used to be fun Monday

the path leaking into me shoes an i do talk to meself cos i'm my only best friend it's sunday night nearly monday morning again Same oul monday closed

dream their own financial fables, Fight to make their incomes larger--mounted on their 'credit charges.' Held within the safety of this mundane existence-- Facing endless grey Mondays

It was on one Monday morning About one o'clock When that great Titanic Began to reel and rock People began to scream and cry Saying, oh, Lord, we're

than the meadows His hair is grayer than a ghost His lungs are blacker than the shadows That dance in circles down below You see them every Monday morning