Songtext von Ex-pats Of The Blue Mountain Symphony Orchestra

Saturdays Saturdays I'm reminded of Bombs away Over our house when it could have been, should have been, doves A mind to waste Out on the street ya they'll sign you up Get a taste Beat you down when it could have been, should have been, love Ex-pats of the Blue Mountain symphony orchestra If heaven's above me Then those starry skies they know me And if it can't get the blood off out hands Then you and I we'll get it off ourselves So another day pi**ed away down the bar Ain't it a shame Turned your head off when it could have been, should have been, on Ex-pats of the Blue Mountain symphony orchestra