Stitched up in parts Electric charge Flip of a switch to begin your beating heart Who would have guessed in this basement laborator that this body isn’t dead anymore Born of the night ‘Fraid of a fire Bolts on your neck while the shock comes down the wire Open your eyes, see the one thing that is sure Yeah, this body isn’t dead anymore Scientists are only “mad” if they can’t do the crazy things they try All that matters now is the doctor yelling out “It’s alive! It’s alive!” Godhood or sin? Man goes too far Two hours ago, this brain was in a jar Hearing that voice will shake you to the core Since this body isn’t dead anymore No, this body isn’t dead anymore

Just a moment, let me brush the dust off of my coat and wipe my glasses of that foggy blue haze When I’ve gotten all the cobwebs pulled out of my throat, I’ll sing you my tragedy [part 1] I can’t juggle anymore Since I got hit by that car Avoided most of the pain, but the spot in my brain where the juggling was is empty now And I try to go to work But I juggle for my job In the circus it’s no good, I would re-learn if I could but I honestly don’t remember how Asked the nurse if it was bad He says I’ll be just okay But I lost everything that I had so I packed my batons and I’m walking away Say hello on your own, Doctor Monday [part 2] If you find me hanging round some little town somewhere out west Don’t be shy, I’m just a guy called Doctor Monday Beg your pardon for the ruckus, it was just me and my friends We apologize on behalf of Doctor Monday I used to juggle, but I lost my head No, really, I lost my memories And while I didn’t end up dead I had to quit the circus when that car crashed into me So now I’m singing in a punk band Cross the badlands, cross the coast You won’t forget, the name is Doctor Monday I used to juggle, but I lost my head No, really, I lost my memory And while I didn’t end up dead I had to quit the circus when that car crashed into me So now I’m singing in a punk band Cross the badlands, cross the coast You won’t forget, the name is Doctor Monday [part 3] Now you find me riding shotgun on electric trains And playing music for the rats in the park I miss the big top and the people who threw pies in my face, but I got kicked out ‘cause I was too punk-rock My name is Doctor Monday and I got lost on the road Accidents happen, but we still complain I’ve got a slight amnesia where I got hit in the head And all that I lost was a knack for juggling Farewell, circus folks I was told I had to go Everything around is dull and gray But comics come in color on a Sunday I don’t have to feed the circus animals anymore Or hold the ladder for the acrobats I’m just a wanderer who’s looking for the next open door And there’s nothing not to like with that My name is Doctor Monday and I got lost on the road Accidents happen, but we still complain I’ve got a slight amnesia where I got hit in the head And all that I lost was a knack for juggling Farewell, circus folk, I was told I had to go Farewell circus folk I was told I had to go Asked the nurse if it was bad He says I’ll be just okay But I lost everything that I had, so I packed my batons and I’m walking away Say hello, on my own, Doctor Monday

My best friend is a little space man Is a little space man who lives on my screen My best friend is a little space man And I like him because he doesn’t know about me My best friend is a little space man Is a little space man who lives on my screen My best friend is a little space man And I like him because he doesn’t know about me My best friend is a little space man Is a little space man who lives on my screen My best friend is a little space man And I like him because He doesn’t know what I eat He doesn’t know what I drink He doesn’t know what I smoke He doesn’t know what I think He doesn’t care He doesn’t care He doesn’t know that I’m there My best friend is a little space man Is a little space man who lives on my screen My best friend is a little space man And I like him because he doesn’t know about me My best friend is a little space man Is a little space man who lives on my screen My best friend is a little space man And I like him because he doesn’t know about me My best friend is a little space man Is a little space man who lives on my screen My best friend is a little space man And I like him because He doesn’t know what I eat He doesn’t know what I drink He doesn’t know what I smoke He doesn’t know what I think He doesn’t care He doesn’t care He doesn’t know that I’m there My best friend is a little space man Is a little space man who lives on my screen My best friend is a little space man And I like him because he doesn’t know about me

I will not wait for you It’s been too long, I’ve been wide open So long I thought that I was broken But not anymore And even if I make it outside of time You’ll have yours, and I’ll have mine I will not wait for you The thunder drags behind the lightning It’s not so bright that I was blinded But you couldn’t see And even if I make it outside of time You’ll have yours, and I’ll have Kind things, highways Longer days melt away And all that is left is another face And even if I make it outside of time You’ll have yours, and I’ll have mine

Sorry I’m not in this week, I don’t have my degree My parents named me ‘Doctor’ and the kids made fun of me I ran and joined the circus, it’s a story you know well But now I’ve got another tale to tell Oh, they call me Doctor Monday, that is my appellation I started up a band and then I went on a vacation I have said too many farewells for them all to come true What’s another lonely soul supposed to do? I thought my acrobatic skills from clowning through the years Would prove an asset when I tried to alter my career Pro wrestling seemed obvious so I rolled onto the mat And moments later was pinned on my back Oh, they call me Doctor Monday, that is my appellation I started up a band and then I went on a vacation I have said too many farewells for them all to come true What’s another lonely soul supposed to do? Just another flight of failure hanging round my neck (Doctor Monday former juggler once was a clown but then got amnesia) Like the juggling and the Queen who squashed me with her suplex (only forgetting how to juggle but that’s a skill you need to be a juggler) So I hope these bones still play now that this chapter’s done and gone (our ringmaster says I’m fired but this time he means I need to) But my little punk endeavor can live on (leave my circus life and my circus job) Oh, they call me Doctor Monday, that is my appellation I started up a band and then I went on a vacation I have said too many farewells for them all to come true What’s another lonely soul supposed to do? Oh, they call me Doctor Monday, that is my appellation I started up a band and then I went on a vacation I have said too many farewells for them all to come true What’s another lonely soul supposed to do?

Baron Saturday wakes before you think that he can drinks his coffee sweet and dark and bitter There’s a crow that sounds too much like a man Though he tries, he can’t talk with her Baron Saturday cleans his favorite places alone He had help once, but he has dismissed it, and he knows he could ask but it seems to him that he had one chance and he missed it There is a chrysalis on the the outside of his home He is afraid of when it opens he’ll be all alone Hey la, hey la-ya, hey la hey ya-la-ya In the garden there’s a lovely lady walking and the Baron Saturday begins to wonder what would happen if he asked her for a turn about the beds but he’s afraid again In the garden there’s a lovely lady walking and the Baron Saturday begins to wonder what would happen if he asked her for a turn about the beds la la la la la la In the ballroom, vacant, though it’s begging for dance Baron Saturday tiptoes out a circle Does the sunset know it causes hopeless romance every night ere it turns the sky purple? Lady Sunday never really entered his dreams and her song was simple and expected Yet he holds out his arm, and she does accept There was once a party, but they’ve left it There is a butterfly just beyond the open green He has stopped asking what a butterfly means Hey la, hey la-ya Hey la, hey la-ya Hey la, hey la-ya Hey la, hey ya-la-ya

I hope I made you laugh on the train today I hope I made you laugh, but you’re 200 miles away so I can’t hear you But I hope I made you smile on your commute I hope it’s not too cold for you up there I hope it’s not too cold, but if you’re wanting to get warm, you can come home Cause I know I’ve been getting cold alone But when I see you smiling on my screen, I know it’s just a matter of time until I’m in your bed again And you’ll sleep in, and I will wake up happy and a little sore But hey, it beats sleeping on the floor I know you’re gonna think of me today I know you’re gonna think of me 200 miles away, cause you’ll hear me singing It’s a song you know before I even sing it I hope it’s not too cold for you up there I hope it’s not too cold, and if you’re wanting to get warm you can come here But I can always wait til next year Till then I’ll see you smiling on my screen and know it’s just a matter of time until you’re in my bed again And you’ll sleep in, and I will wake up tangled in your arms and in my sheets But hey, I’d like that even more than sleep

I’ve got an onion heart You cut me open and I fall apart You want it clean, but all you get is shards And I’m not gonna be the one who’s crying this time I am always gonna have a thicker skin You count my rings and you’ll know where I’ve been Dig up my onion heart In the garden there’s someone who’s walking Stepping on my surface as if I don’t know what hurt is You can pull me under or tear me asunder When it starts to rain, I’m always gonna grow again I’ve got an onion heart You cut me open and I fall apart You want it clean, but all you get is shards And I’m not gonna be the one who’s crying this time I am always gonna have a thicker skin You count my rings and you’ll know where I’ve been Dig up my onion heart I, I got an onion heart You cut me open and I fall apart You want it clean, but all you get is shards I got an onion heart You cut me open and I fall apart You want it clean, but all you get is shards And I’m not gonna be the one who’s crying this time I am always gonna have a thicker skin You count my rings and you’ll know where I’ve been Dig up my onion heart I got an onion heart You cut me open and I fall apart You want it clean, but all you get is shards And I’m not gonna be the one who’s crying this time I am always gonna have a thicker skin You count my rings and you’ll know where I’ve been Dig up my onion heart Dig up my onion heart

I wake up to the train and the cars and the robin It makes its dawn lit presence known The song it sings, it has no meaning I polish my words from a fickle stone And you don’t have to be right when you’re dreaming And you don’t have to be here to feel like home The seasons change without a warning I watch them pass my station by One of these days, I’ll say “good morning” And let you know you caught my eye And you don’t have to be good when you’re sleeping And you don’t have to be good if you’ll still try These broken walls still make me happy Because I know that they’re my own If you come with me, I promise, the water’s warm And I can’t cross it all alone And you don’t have to be asleep when we’re dreaming And you don’t have to be here to be my home Yeah, you don’t have to be good or kind or easy You can take all my time to come back home

Goin down to the leather bar Leather girls that’s where they are Leather boys with the broke-down car Yeah, I wanna be whipped Not here to drink, I’m not here to dance I don’t need no tender hands I don’t want your lovin’ glance Yeah, I wanna be whipped Step on it, step on me if you got what I need Not here to drink, I’m not here to dance I don’t need no tender hands I don’t want your lovin’ glance Yeah, I wanna be whipped Yeah yeah yeah I wanna be whipped Well, someday I might take you out Love you like we dream about But that’s not what I want now Yeah, I wanna be whipped Step on it, step on me if you got what I need Well, goin down to the leather bar Leather girls that’s where they are Leather boys with the broke-down car Yeah, I wanna be whipped Someday I might take you out Love you like you dream about But that’s not what I want now Yeah, I wanna be whipped I wanna be whipped I wanna be whipped I wanna be whipped Yeah, I wanna be whipped I wanna be whipped