Happy Mondays

Six cheap people in an empty hotel
Every last one with a story to tell
Give them all pills, so their heads wont swell
We were borne to a woman whose husband did quite well
Oh sunshine, shone brighty
Through my windoew today
Could have tripped out quite easy but I decided to stay
Hold ouit your hand said whitey with the blame
Gonna bring you up so you really dig the pain
Take you under my wings so youll never be the same
Cos your wife is so much older and both her legs are lame