Saturday Morning

Telephones and broken bones – that’s all I need
Holding on to hold my own – it’s holding me
There’s a girl who has a girlfriend – and never rants
It’s friday night and saturday morning – and here we go again…
I get up, I get out – I can shake, I can shout
I can laugh ’til I die but I can’t say goodbye to you
It can’t be all that bad – oh, you can’t go on like that
I don’t know that I don’t know, I’m in denial
We’re in savage just
for show – at least I can smile
I’m gaining weight and ground and conscience
– the ego mends (WHAT?)
It’s friday night and saturday morning – and here we go again…
I am up, I am down- I am lost in the crowd
I can run ’til I die but I can’t say goodbye to you
It can’t be all that bad – oh, you can’t go on like that
Remember me when all your dreams turn back
Remember me when you can’t go on like that -
CAN’T GO ON LIKE THAT
I belong, I believe – I am blind when I see
I can live ’til I die buit I can’t say goodbye to you
It can’t be all that bad – oh, you can’t go on like that
Remember me when all your dreams turn back
Remember me when you can’t go on like that -
CAN’T GO ON LIKE THAT
Dooodooodoo…