Monday morning Woke up in my own piss again Only to find you here Passed out naked in my bed There goes the weekend My memory's in shambles And in my daily scrambles I can always find you here Your welcome mat's not coming back Let's hit the streets Let's say goodbye Salud, I'm through with you Whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa Monday morning And I've been drunk since Friday night I never cared for you I just fucked you out of spite Say I'm a loser I guess it's so since I lost you Though you're not hard to find But I don't care to look Your welcome mat's not coming back Let's hit the streets Let's say goodbye Salud, I'm through with you Whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa Monday morning By Tuesday night I'll think of you Say I made a mistake And then I'll dump you twice You'll cry for hours And I'll be cracking up, it's true Another weekend life now gone I'm killing time by killing you Whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa Whoa