Mad Monday began,
I can't begin to knowing
But then I know Dogs growing strong
Was in the spring
Then spring became the summer
Who'd have believed the media come along
Hands, touching hands
Reaching out, touching me touching you
Sweet Mad Monday
Good times never seemed so good
Dogs be inclined
To believe media never would
write crap
Look at the media, and it don't seem so good
you filled it up with only crap
And when we hurt
Hurting runs off Dogs shoulders
How can we hurt with all your crap
Crap, reporting crap
Writing crap, writing crap, writing crap
Sweet Mad Monday
Good times never seemed so good
Dogs be inclined
To believe media never would
Oh fake fake
Sweet Mad Monday
Good times never seemed so good
Sweet Mad Monday
Dogs believe media never could
Sweet Mad Monday
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Does anyone have the technology to have these lyrics running down while the music is playing in the background?