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




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