Wake up Monday, nothing new.
I'm caught up with you,
lie in bed,
hold your head,
pray to God you ain't dead.
Lock lock rings out like a bell,
start this day a living hell.
Take a breath,
what's that smell?
Well it smells like *,
but you can't tell.
Just like you, always sad,
just like you, you never care.
Just like you,
a ticket to sleep,
just like you,
you're the funnel king.
It's just like you, man, you're the funnel king.
You're there from the first beer,
you stay to the last word.
Every weekend is a wild sleigh ride,
with the snowfall effect.
You're old private mountain,
and a sleigh full of sons.
You're the permanent driver on that porcelain bus.
Whoa,
look out for that turn.
Hey!
Don't you leave me,
cause you are the funnel king.
Okay now, you ain't done,
you better wait,
until Monday
comes when it's knock knock knocking.
Like Chantore,
never ever gonna drink that filthy piss.
No more, no more, no more.
Just like you,
always sad,
just like you,
you never care.
Just like you,
a ticket to sleep,
just like you,
you're the funnel king.