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
Pissed 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