text: Monday came after glorious weekends
  Fuckin cat shited into my sneakers
  No pleasure and no money, entire round running
  And you asking yourself
  What a fuckin day? 
  What a fuckin day? 
  What a fuckin day? 
  What a fuckin day? 
  What a fuckin day? 
  What a fuckin day? 
  Day by day dipping deep in this system
  My brain needs so much more fuckin assistance
  Time is up I must offer resistance, tear a vicious circle
  For I really can feel all right
  Rednecks steal my money
  Theyre happy and think its funny
  All right, I call the police
  Instead of help they take my drug analysis
  Fuckin tired of endlessly violence
  Outdoors I think in the silence:
  What a fuckin day? 
  What a fuckin day? 
  What a fuckin day? 
  What a fuckin day? 
  What a fuckin day? 
  What a fuckin day? 
  Creakin bricks, broken glass, now my way is done
  Theres no fear and my souls heading to the clouds
  Now Im here, now Im free, cant believe its true
  Knock the door and get in — all i have to do
  — Let me pass through the gate of the paradise
  I was good and I was to be clarified
  — Okay, man, theres something we can assume!
  Then I opened my eyes in my room
  What a fuckin day? 
  What a fuckin day? 
  What a fuckin day? 
  What a fuckin day? 
  What a fuckin day? 
  What a fuckin day? 
  Oh! O-o-oh! O-o-oh!
  O-o-oh! O-o-oh!
  O-o-oh! O-o-oh!
  O-o-oh! O-o-oh!