Straight to the mouth Fits of electricity Loops of the hero Stares us down Passive revolution My eyes are spinning If it's on a Monday And I'm trying Don't you want to be I'm better choking sorely hopeless It don't matter which way Ah one two one two fat Archer So on time when you're leaving Could you ever known Beat it up inside With the lights left on And I just don't care so I left alone If it's on a Monday And I'm trying Don't you want to be We want what's holding out If it's on a Monday And I'm trying Don't you want to be I'm better hoping a sour sweetness Ring my eyes And a sorely hopeless every day It don't matter about what you say I mean would you doubt it I better say which way