Free ( Rambling Through The Days )

When Sunday comes
You know Monday is soon to follow
Always the bitter jagged pill
That I must choke down
In order to swallow

Tuesday's just around the corner
But even then
It's like reliving Monday
All freakin' over again

I want to be free
Running
Stark naked through city streets
I'm sick and tired of this demanding society
Trying to restrain me in the cheap seats

And somewhere in the middle
Is Hump Day

If I had my way

I'd be in your lap
From Midnight to Thursday
Having my brains screwed out
Every which way

That's all I got to say

Other than,
What the hell

I want to be reckless
Deliriously
Rumble seating with strange boys
Giving beejays and fooling around
But the cruel dominatrix that society is
Has me strung out
Suspended by my tits
Ballcocked and bound

Like, my feet barely touch the ground

Finally

Friday arrives

Rush hour on the freeway
Better fear for your lives

By a quarter to four
I'm bolting out the apartment door

My sluttiest outfit on
Garishly painted like whore

A force of nature
Wild animal
Fierce creature
Get the hell outta of my way
Or just for good measure
I'll reverse over your carcass
Feel the sting of burning rubber a second time across your backside
'Cause nothing comes between me
And my weekend
Well,
Except for Monday
And then Tuesday, of course
And Wednesday, Thursday, Friday morning
Aggggggggggh
I want to be free-eee-eee
You can't take that away from me any day
And if I were President of these here Fucked Up United States
You could even come and join me