Messiah Lyrics

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