Is it Monday? Or is it May?
I won't pick a flower today
Empty pocket, eight o' clock
I'm on my way
That moon up there is not mine
But it shines for me from time to time
If they could milk it, if they could sell it
The night would be dark
No, it's Sunday, I won't run
Office closed, let's have some fun
Matthew, Thomas, John and Peter
Here's your guns
Matthew, Thomas, John and Peter
Here's your guns