I guess I better settle down
And cease my evil ways
Sanatized like everything
You seem to get these days

But Tuesday's just like monday
And the rest are all the same
You just might die of boredom
In a dead end kinda way

Shattered dreams of Saturdays
Are somehow wearing thin
Just one more day before
You get to do it all again
It always seems to be that way
I really don't have much to say

Vacant dreams of suicide
May come to you in time
To tell you lies and aggravate
Your present state of mind

Cause Tuesday's just like Monday
And the rest are still the same
It cuts like glass and broken sharps
Upon my window paine

On Sparrows Sunday Mattinee
You feel the lights grow dim
Your one time friend the cheshire cat
Has somehow lost his grin
I wonder if he's gone away
He never had a lot to say

Guitar/break

And time is like a tortoise
'Til one day it's all gone
A race you barely started
That someone else has won

The author chambers up a round
And mingles with the Sunday crowd
The curtain falls, the cast is dead
The audience is off to bed
Reporters from the daily news
Have written Mondays sad reveues

Yeah, Tuesdays just like Monday
Tuesdays just like Monday
Tuesdays just like Monday
Tuesdays just like Monday
And the rest are all the same