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  1. Tuesday Morning

From the recording Trembles of Fortune

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Lyrics

Well, I’m sure you’ve got a pretty name
‘Cause I’ve picked out a dozen in my mind for you
The lion has been pitifully slain
Stumble past the light is all I can ever do

I see you 45 seconds a week
How can I work on my technique
The bus comes charging up the street
And I’m over before I’ve begun

So my Monday night disease
Is Monday night war strategies
Come Tuesday morning all of these
Burn up under the angry sun

In the mirror there I stand
Waiting to take you to the promised land
But just when I hold out my hand
You always disappear, always disappear

Through Wednesday I’m in heaven
By Friday I’m in a flask
My Excellency vetoes any question I would ask

So my Monday night disease
Is Monday night war strategies
Come Tuesday morning all of these
Burn up under another angry sun