Well, they used to call him Zero
Cause he never made his mark
And when he took up with Tramp like her
All the people laughed
In fate it seemed to find them
On a one-way losing streak
Between the two they lived their lives
Trapped on a dead-end street Well,
a man gets tired of Zero
And a woman hates that scorn And if time'd allow
They'd make those fools wish they were never born
Oh,
how come it feels like someday Each day of your life
Some of us might have to make a name Before we're satisfied
Oh,
and how come it feels like Monday Seven days a week
Or work their fingers to the bone Just to make ends meet
Well the bank job wasn't easy No,
they'd left a couple dead
And when the headlines hit the stands
That day it was Zero and the Tramp,
they said
Now it looks like they've got a manhunt For a couple of crazy kids
And they both got just what they want It was a price upon their heads
The more they kept on running The more they fell in love
Cause when you live your life outside
the law You need that kind of trust
Oh,
how come it feels like someday Each day of your life
Some of us might have to make a name Before we're satisfied
Oh,
and how come it feels like Monday Seven days a week
Or work their fingers to the bone Just to make ends meet
Sometimes the nights get colder And the dreams can chill your bones
And it was on a night like this That they came too close to home
They were caught up in the crossfire Of a SWAT team's finest hour
And went down in a blaze of automatic fire Crying,
hey,
we've really made it now
Oh,
how come it feels like Sunday Each day of your life
Some of us might have to make a name Before we're satisfied
Oh,
and how come it feels like Monday Seven days a week
Or work their fingers to the bone Just to make ends meet
Or work their fingers to the bone Just to make ends meet