Is it Monday? Or is it May?

I won't pick a flower today

Empty pocket, eight o' clock

I'm on my way

That moon up there is not mine

But it shines for me from time to time

If they could milk it, if they could sell it

The night would be dark

No, it's Sunday, I won't run

Office closed, let's have some fun

Matthew, Thomas, John and Peter

Here's your guns

Matthew, Thomas, John and Peter

Here's your guns