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Sunday, May 11, 2008
i don't like mondays

Monday is defintely a blue blue day, to even think of it makes me flinch.
Back in the 70s, a 16 year old girl open fire at children arriving at Clevland Elementary school in San Diego from her house across the street,killing 2 men, 8 students & a police officer. The Principal was attempting to save the children in the line of fire when he shot and killed. The girl used a rifle that her dad gave her as a gift.(I still do not understand why her dad gave such a thing as gift?!It's quite appalling.)Well, as to what impelled her into this form of muderous madness, she said "I don't like Mondays. this livens up the day."

Not sure if this is true, but apparently, this song was written based on the girl.







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 don'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
I don't like Mondays
I want to shoot
The whole day down

All the playings 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

1:13 AM



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