Too much flexing, gets so vexing, it's depressing Feels like everything I see has got me stressing No one's counting all the hours spent in showers Puzzled 'bout my future, limited encounters Tick-tock Tick-tock Time is up Sunday is cry day Monday, go my way If I have a bad week one more time I might just fly away Sunday is cry day Monday, go my way If I have a bad week one more time I might just fly away I might shut myself in a catacomb Paralyzed, mummify in a tomb 'Cause no amount of words will help me through this stress, no Acting up, I'm so cynical, attitude that's so usual Daily inspiration that won't move you forwards Tick-tock Tick-tock Time is up Sunday is cry day Monday, go my way If I have a bad week one more time I might just fly away Sunday is cry day Monday, go my way If I have a bad week one more time I might just fly away (Uh, Yeah) I hate my boss Every Monday morning he is on my ar- To much on my mind, I can't find a cause Work is taking over and I need a pause (Uh, Yeah) I hate my boss Every Monday morning he is on my ar- To much on my mind, I can't find a cause Work is taking over and I need a pause Tick-tock Tick-tock Your time is up Sunday is cry day Monday, go my way If I have a bad week one more time I might just fly away Sunday is cry day Monday, go my way If I have a bad week one more time I might just fly away