Saturday 歌词

Overtired, overworked, underpaid, under pressure Always tying up loose ends The unchained melody out of tune, remedy for the weekend To cure the weekday blues Raise my heart rate, inflate my pupils, give me something Just to smoothen off the edge Call me dumb, call me scum, call me plain and simple As I'm holding on for this And if Saturday don’t come soon, I'm gonna lose my mind And if Saturday don't come soon, I’m gonna lose my mind Inhabitable hole, skint, living like an animal While they try to take my dole Black mould on the wall Must've made a thousand calls to get it sorted But my landlord hates my soul No power, working zero hour, making some cunt rich Who will never understand what it's like down here I raise my beer If Saturday don't come soon, I'm gonna lose my mind And if Saturday don't come soon, I'm gonna lose my mind Oh, and if Saturday don't come soon, I’m gonna lose my mind And if Saturday don’t come soon Oh, oh, Saturday And if Saturday don't come soon No, no, oh, yeah