Mr. Mundi Lyrics

Come on, hey Mr. Mundi

When you were trying to get through to me

I was ruining

Everybody's Monday

Come on, where did you go

Pauper, a piece

To whom will you show

Where you will be

When we turn the lights out

So come on calling Mr. Mundi

Call home wherever, you may be Roman

Hey Hey tell us what you're doin

Ain't it very suited, you ain't got no place to lay your head

Guess they assumed you were dead

No no ain't nobody buying it

You've won Salvator of the world again

Just to go back into hiding

Come on, hey Mr. Mundi

Could it be your ideology

That's ruining

Everybody's Monday

Come on, where did you go

Are you a ghost

To whom will you show

Where you will try to stow

When we turn the lights on

So come on calling Mr Mundi

Call home, or whatever you may be roaming

Hey hey, to be in your position

You've ducked the exhibition and still generated millions of dollars

Or do you generate riyals now

No no ain't nobody buying it

You've won Salvator of the world again

Just to go back into hiding

So come on hey Mr. Mundi

I guess you're never getting through to me

It's alright, I never saw you with my own eyes, anyway