Hver man ekki eftir hinu s�hressandi lagi "I don't like Mondays" me� Boomtown Rats.... Alla veganna, or�i� � g�tunni var �a� a� lagi� v�ri ekki sami� �t � lofti� heldur hef�i �etta veri� sami� um atbur� sem �tti s�r sta� �ar sem einhver snappa�i og f�r a� skj�ta og gaf �st��una I don't like Mondays....og viti menn, sagan er s�nn...
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The silicon chip inside her head
Gets switched to overload,
And nobody's gonna go to school today,
She's going to make them stay at home,
And daddy doesn't understand it,
He always said she was as good as gold,
And he can see no reason
Cos there are no reasons
What reason do you need to be shown

Tell me why
I Dont't like Mondays
I want to shoot
The whole day down


The Telex machine is kept so clean
As it types to a waiting world,
And Mother feels so shocked,
Father's world is rocked,
And their thoughts turn to
Their own little girl
Sweet 16 ain't that peachy keen,
No, it ain't so neat to admit defeat,
They can see no reasons
Cos there are no reasons
What reason do you need to be shown


Tell me why ...


All the playing's stopped in the playground now
She wants to play with her toys a while
And school's out early and soon we'll be learning
And the lesson today is how to die,
And then the bullhorn crackles,
And the captain crackles,
With the problems and the how's and why's
And he can see no reasons
Cos there are no reasons
What reason do you need to die


The silicon chip ...


Tell me why ...  ¶ 3/17/2004 11:12:00 e.h.