LA's asleep - you roll up your window
The night air is cold - the freeway is clear
In a green Gucci bag - are you prized possessions
The jewels of your mind - to hold back the fear

And when Monday comes round - there's a high lonesome sound
And she follows you down for the kill
And a white blinding light - makes it all seem so right
And you feel like the king of the hill

The driveway is long - your princess is lovely
Your servants all wait - for your knock on the door
How many years - will you crawl through this castle
So satisfied - and still wanting more
And when Monday comes

The guests have arrived - with all the right faces
But you miss the ball - in that room down the hall
It's sunrise again - the driveway is empty
The crystal is cracked - there's blood on the wall
And when Monday comes round