Oh monday tumbling relentlessly on back around The mobile clamours rapes the fading waning night My eyes are stuck they're glued together Gonna be tough to gauge the weather Nigh on impossible to gauge the morning light One thought transforms itself it slithers lazily into another An inch becomes a foot that slowly not so surely Puts itself unsteadily tentatively one foot One foot before the other I wish to God I wish to Christ that I could draw on some reserve A thicker skin a wholly non depletable reserve Would take the rough Rough and tumble ups and downs Oh would the rough The rough become The rough become the smooth Remove the stubble Shave the furrows Shear the furrows from my face Lock all that shit some damn safe Some deep impenetrable godforsaken place Would take the rough Rough and tumble ups and downs Oh would the rough The rough become The rough become the smooth Remove the stubble Shave the furrows Shear the furrows from my face Lock all that shit some damn safe Some deep impenetrable godforsaken place Would take the rough would take the rough Would take the rough the rough and tumble Would take the rough Would take the rough