Lyrics Workday Blues - Glenn Kaiser

Friday night, all the people prowl
Rolled up tight, like a dog they howl
Monday mornin', it begins again
Livin' dry till the weekend
Goin' down, they're victims of the workday blues

Sweet Sunday, they're too tired to pray
Too self seekin', they hide away
Monday mornin', it begins again
Livin' with nothin' till the weekend
Goin' down, they're victims of the workday blues

Cheap satisfaction ain't there on demand
Lookin' cross-eyed at the Son of man
Some are just lazy, some want a hand, not a heart
It's frustratin' when the job is so hard
But nothin' is impossible with my sweet Lord
Some live like there ain't no truth they can choose
There's gonna be judgement day blues

Monday mornin', victims of the workday blues
There ain't no doubt, they're victims of the workday blues
Ain't no good neglectin', the love and truth and good news
Yeah, yeah, yeah
The workday blues