Saturday night the cigarettes come crawling outnWith the boys who crave regretsnBandana hanging around her necknA checkered flag and a crowd who's singingnSave us from this life of nine to fivenFour, three, twonOne night left for us to feel alivenSo why not do it forever?nnHarmonicas and tambourinesnThey're living in her head but dying in her magazinesnHer Chelsea clothes and Brooklyn dreamsnThey're living in her head but dying in her magazinesnnSay maybe yes, say maybe nonA bit too loud and the lights a bit too lownShe never needed a cameo until the chain gang started to singnSave us from this life of nine to fivenFour, three, twonOnce night left for us to feel alivenSo why not do it forever?nnHarmonicas and tambourinesnThey're living in her head but dying in her magazinesnHer Chelsea clothes and Brooklyn dreamsnThey're living in her head but dying in her magazinesnnHarmonicas and tambourinesnThey're living in her head but dying in her magazinesnHer Chelsea clothes and Brooklyn dreamsnThey're living in her head but dying in her magazinesnnHarmonicas and tambourinesnThey're living in her head but dying in her magazinesnHer Chelsea clothes and Brooklyn dreamsnThey're living in her head but dying in her magazines