Presidents of The United States of America, The - Shortwave lyrics

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Here come Monday mornin'

Life is open wide

I hide my fat bites

Here come Tuesday mornin'

Sun is cold and low

I don't care, I'm in the flow

Shortwave! Soul creep!

Soul swept underneath me

Here come Wednesday mornin'

Check refused to bounce

Life is filled up ounce by ounce

Look out, Thursday mornin'

The vultures come and go

Faster still but desperate to go

Shortwave! Soul Creep!

Soul swept underneath me

Here come Friday mornin'

Bite the Wonder Bread

Wonder how I got that bruise on my head

Saturday mornin'

The guitar strings are sharp

Finger fumble faintly in the dark!

Shortwave! Soul Creep!

Soul swept underneath me