Monday Blues: End of the Day

 There's no way to avoid the Monday, sooner or later it catches up to you. No matter how hard you pedal against the headwind, it catches up to you. No matter how adept you are at using that tailwind, it catches up to you.

"Yeah, this one's for the workers who toil night and day

By hand and by brain to earn your pay

Who for centuries long past for no more than your bread

Have bled for your countries and counted your dead

In the factories and mills, the shipyards and mines

We've often been told to keep up with the times

For our skills are not needed, they've streamlined the job

And with sliderule and stopwatch our pride they have robbed

We're the first one's to starve, we're the first ones to die

The first ones in line for that pie in the sky

And we're always the last when the cream is shared out

For the workers is working when the fat cat's about..."

(Pickford)

Well, at least, at the end of the day, there is some of this to look forward to: