Mona gave up taking picturesnShe lost her left arm and married Carl.nIn eight hours of sleepnAnd eight hours of worknAnd eight hours of leisure time of remedynThree months of pregnancy...nnIt takes seven minutes to prepare the coffeenAnd four and a half to eat a slice of bread.nAnd she always dreamed of a white weddingnBut she lost her left arm and married Carl.nShe married Carl.nnSometimes she wears this fancy jacketnAnd her mother calls her twice a week.nAnd she so wishes sex with her white-clad dentistnBut she's just colouring her horoscopes with needs.nWith needs.nnShaving leg sundays, friday night tearsnIn a everyday make-up nAll day long round the years.nWorn out smalltalks nIn a racked up pain.nPine away, Mona,nIn your single-tracked train.nnMona stopped singing memorized melodies.nAnd she lost her faith in those credit card companies.nSometimes she gives Carl headnIt's better than just rest in bed.nShe says.nShe says.nIt's a common way of life nLoosing one arm and becoming somebody's wife.nIt's a common way of lifenLoosing one arm and becoming somebody's wifenBetween shaving leg sundays and friday night tearsnAll day long round the years.nnBut her secret pleasuresnAre her monthly sended lettersnTo defenseless two-handed strangers.nDestiny seldom come painless.nOne Hand Mona's resolutions -nTiny bloody executions,nLittle letter bomb explosions.nIt's all in Mona's hand.nnRise and shine Mona!nRise and shine on them all!nLet the world know who's really to blame for your amputating war.nnWell the bird in Mona's hand is better than the duck which flies above.nSo the thing in which Mona believes is not what we used to call love.nIf she could she would make herself quite happynBut what a pity she lost her left arm and married Carl.nnRise and shine Mona!nRise and shine on them all!nLet the world know who's really to blame for your amputating war.nnAnd stop counting hours of agonynAnd stop suffering with dignitynJust send out fateful lettersnAnd execute them all!nThem all.nnLet the world know MonanWho is really insecure.nnRise and shine Mona!nRise and shine on them all!nLet the world know who's really to blame for your amputating war.nnAnd stop counting hours of agonynAnd stop suffering with dignity nJust send our faithful lettersnAnd execute them all!nThem all.nnBe wary of your mailboxes, men!nTicktock-ticking Mona might strike again.nShe doesn't want to harm your wifenBut you might have to start with one hand lessnA brand new life.