Here come Monday mornin'
Life is open wide
I hide my fat bites
Here come Tuesday mornin'
Sun is cold and low
I don't care, I'm in the flow
(I gotta) Shortwave! Soul creep!
Shortwave! Soul creep!
Soul swept underneath me
Here come Wednesday mornin'
Check refused to bounce
Life is filled up ounce by ounce
Look out, Thursday mornin'
The vultures come and go
Faster still but desperate to go
Shortwave! Soul Creep!
Shortwave! Soul creep!
Soul swept underneath me
(1, 2, 3, 4!)
Here come Friday mornin'
Bite the Wonder Bread
Wonder how I got that bruise on my head
Saturday mornin'
The guitar strings are sharp
Finger fumble faintly in the dark!
Shortwave! Soul Creep!
Shortwave! Soul creep!
Soul swept underneath me
Soul swept underneath me
Soul swept underneath me
Underneath! Underneath me!
Shortwave! Soul creep!
Shortwave! Soul creep!
Shortwave! Soul creep!
Shortwave! Soul creep.