Blue Monday Swing

(one, two, three, four!)

Stuck in a suburban high school maze

Staring out the window in a daydream haze

We got our heavy boots and our vintage coats

Trading mixtapes and secret notes

And the rain keeps falling on our small town street

But we got a brand new band,

a brand new beat (oh-oh-oh)

Under the blue monday sky we run

Looking for our place under a cold grey sun

With the distortion high and the volume loud

Just another face in the misfit crowd (yeah-yeah!)

Bleach-blonde hair and a vinyl stack

Walking down the tracks and we're not looking back

We talk about the Smiths and the Cure all night

Until the early morning turns the dark to light

And the rain keeps falling on our small town street But we

got a brand new band,

a brand new beat (oh-oh-oh)

Under the blue monday sky we run

Looking for our place under a cold grey sun

With the distortion high and the volume loud

Just another face in the misfit crowd (yeah-yeah!)

Blue Monday... Just a daydream haze Under the blue sky...