Правильная музыка для выживания в понедельник сегодня будет без перегруженных гитар. Сам в шоке, да.

I recall we took care of him one Sunday
We got him out the back and we broke his fucking balls
And maybe that was dreaming, and maybe that was real
But all I know is I left that place without a penny or fuck all

And it’s lend me ten pounds, I’ll buy you a drink,
And mother wake me early in the morning…