Good Life, The
Days Of The Week
Monday left it's callus on my feet
I tried so to keep up
It kept dragging me behind
Tuesday lashed it's blisters upon my hands
I wish to clench them in defense
But the joints wouldn't bend
Wednesday cracked it's whip upon my back
I hunched over in pain
My bones began to ache
And I fell to the floor, but nobody came
Letras de cancionesWhen I fell to the floor
I got back up again
Thursday's weather cut across my face
Those lines never went away
And my hair was stripped to grey
Friday tried to wipe my tears away from my eyes
But still I had to cry
I had to nothing to show for my life
But these calluses and all of these blisters
These aching bones and these lines upon my face
This frail, decaying frame
Saturday brought grapes up to my bed
Said, Rest your weary head
Just forgive and soon forget
Sunday left me roses at my feet
It said, Boy, you're free to leave
And close my lids to sleep
From Letras Mania