D                              A
Well they used to call him Zero cause he never made his
 mark
            Bm                             G
And when he took up with a tramp like her, all the 
people laughed
D                                  A
Fate just seemed to find them on a one way losing 
streak
   Bm                                          G
Between the two they lived their lives trapped on a 
dead end street
       D                            A
Well a man gets tired of zero and a woman hates that 
scorn
       Bm                                        G
And if time allowed they'd make those fools wish they 
were never born

Chorus:
       Bm                        D
Oh how come it feels like Sunday each day of your life
Bm                               D
Some of us have to make a name before we're satisfied
           G                         Bm
Oh and how come it feels like Monday seven days a week
A                             G                 Bm
Work your 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 man hunt 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 runnin, the more they fell in 
love
Cause when you live your life outside the law, you need
 that kind of trust

Chorus:
       Bm                        D
Oh how come it feels like Sunday each day of your life
Bm                               D
Some of us have to make a name before we're satisfied
           G                         Bm
Oh and how come it feels like Monday seven days a week
A                             G                 Bm
Work your 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 cross fire of a SWAT team's 
finest hour
And went down in a blaze of automatic fire crying hey 
we've really made it now

Chorus:
       Bm                        D
Oh how come it feels like Sunday each day of your life
Bm                               D
Some of us have to make a name before we're satisfied
           G                         Bm
Oh and how come it feels like Monday seven days a week
A                             G                 Bm
Work your fingers to the bone just to make ends meet