Tono: D
Introducción:
D A
Well they used to call him Zero cause he never made his mark
Bm G
And when he took up with a tramp like her, all the people laughed
D A
Fate just seemed to find them on a one way losing streak
Bm G
Between the two they lived their lives trapped on a dead end street
D A
Well a man gets tired of zero and a woman hates that scorn
Bm G
And if time allowed they'd make those fools wish they were never born
Bm D
Oh how come it feels like Sunday each day of your life
Bm D
Some of us have to make a name before we're satisfied
G Bm
Oh and how come it feels like Monday seven days a week
A G Bm
Work your fingers to the bone just to make ends meet
Well the bank job wasn't easy, no, they'd left a couple dead
Bm D
Oh how come it feels like Sunday each day of your life
Bm D
Some of us have to make a name before we're satisfied
G Bm
Oh and how come it feels like Monday seven days a week
A G Bm
Work your fingers to the bone just to make ends meet
Sometimes the nights get colder and the dreams can chill your bones
Bm D
Oh how come it feels like Sunday each day of your life
Bm D
Some of us have to make a name before we're satisfied
G Bm
Oh and how come it feels like Monday seven days a week
A G Bm
Work your fingers to the bone just to make ends meet