Segunda-feira Bob Dylan

♫ 'Hurricane'

"Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties

 Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise 

While Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten-foot cell 

An innocent man in a living hell. 

That's the story of the Hurricane

But it won't be over till they clear his name

And give him back the time he's done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world."

Já que a semana tem que começar que seja assim...