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There's a party down on the street
But I ain't going
When you've lived this long
It's like you've been to all of them
And I don't have a love song for anyone anyway

What do I care about that crap
What do I care about that
You know you're home because the town's the same
You know you're home
But it still ain't the same
What do I care about Friday
What do I care about Saturday
This is a Sunday-Monday song

All the addresses I've had here
Only Strindberg could've had more
Nah, actually I think I beat him there
And then one morning when you wake up
You've gone a whole round
You're back on the same street
Back at the same spot

You know you're home because the town's the same
You know you're home
But it still ain't the same
What do I care about Friday
What do I care about Saturday
This is a Sunday-Monday song

A bunch of people say hi
I only know the names of some
I say hi back and pretend I know
People I haven't seen since we were punk
But I'm glad to see they're alive
And time stops for a second

You know you're home because the town's the same
You know you're home
But it still ain't the same
What do I care about Friday
What do I care about Saturday
This is a Sunday-Monday song