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