Written by Saint Ronald~ (not a play on my name, he was an actual saint, and just happened to be a poet ;)

Monday Mass

[Verse 1] The sun is a bruise on the edge of the sky I’m kicking the gravel as the buses go by Not here for the Sunday show, the velvet and the lace I’m looking for the grit in this holy place The incense is heavy, the pews are cold wood I’m standing in the back where the rebels once stood My boots are scuffed and my heart is a drum Waiting for the kingdom of the morning to come.

[Chorus] Monday Mass, Monday Mass Other days come and then they pass I just want my Monday Mass Yeah, I’m waiting for the fire to blast!

[Verse 2] St. Ronald, the warrior, the poet of the North Bring the saga of the islands, bring the spirit forth You built the stone cathedral with a vow and a blade Now I’m sitting in the silence that your courage made I’ve got a notebook open and a pen in my hand Class starts at ten in the basement of the damned From the altar to the desk, it’s a different kind of war But I’m finding what I’m living for.

[Bridge] It’s not a habit, it’s a riot in the soul Taking back the morning, taking back control They say the week is heavy, they say the light is dim But I’m shouting out the verses, I’m screaming out the hymn! St. Ronald, give me strength for the test and the fight Turn the ink into blood, turn the day into light!

(solo)

[Chorus] Monday Mass, Monday Mass Other days come and then they pass I just want my Monday Mass Yeah, I’m waiting for the fire to blast!

[Outro] From the pews to the classroom! Final Prayer then run passed! Monday Mass! Monday Mass! I’m not moving ‘til the bells start to ring! Monday Mass!

(Solo)