Planet Mondaze - Mondaze Lyrics

Wake up on a barstool in a puddle of drool with a stool filled gut
Bottoms up
Make a clutch pass at the bathroom
Then I'm laughing it up with the management
Having a cigarette
Hacking up half of my lung after having my butt
Then I'm buttoning up to go trudge in the sludge
Of a Monday morning
Could have got bored could have got caught snoring
Should have got calls, would have got calls
If I didn't fall into a pit of self-dismemberment
Remember this and then forget again
A binge amidst the best of friends
Whenever I'm looking for a way to opt out
I know I can find them all there on the same damn couch
Same damn slouch, same damn lout, same damn name
Same damn frame around the face of the motherf*cker you forgot to pay
Gimme just a minute I'm recalling my name
Calling all blame on all the tall shoulders
Watch the flame smolder
Watch me get bolder
F*ck holding the tongue
One more Monday morning and I'm done
So it would seem you seemly little leeches
Best respect the preaching, I beseech you
Meet and greet your teachers
We been sitting in the bleachers watching all go down
Relax, you f*cking clowns, and smoke this doobie NOW

I been dazed and confused in the brain
I believe I been going insane
I been lazy and glued to the frame of a picture with a permanent name engraving
Look at all the pretty lights
They're all a blur from way oh way down here
Look at all the flashing lights
Caught up in the haze of a Mondaze, baby

Cuz the
Plans start to dribble with the man in the middle
Holds the ammo and pistol wearing camo and fiddles
With the world he sees for the girl he dreams
Only works for a piece just to serve his king
Now he got an itchy trigger finger to squeeze
But he couldn't figure out he missed a beat
But Mister, please the mystery is misery
And I'm sick of these crooks and thieves
Look at these hands, they can build greatness
Or they can fake it while they waste it
Look at this man as he stand broke, faded
And just plain alienated
Judging by the damage taken
For the lives we saving and the lives we claiming
To the nights we pray and for the lights we slave
And I'm funkdazed by the mundane Mondaze
Blunt haze make the thugs say "F*ck the gun play"
Love the fun days, dumb with numb brains, run from dumb pain
Up is one way
And that's the direction I'm headed if I don't let it get in my head

With this repetitive resonance the lesson is irrelevant
If it's all for the settlement then f*ck what you're selling, bitch
I'm not trying to buy that shit
I just wanna get high and spit
Bang on my guitar a bit
Put a beat and some words on that hit
Share it with the fam and friends
Play a concert just for them
Never, ever, ever, EVER go to work again

Caught up in the haze of a Mondaze