Sam Fender - Saturday lyrics
[Sam Fender - Saturday lyrics]
Under pressure always tying up loose ends
The unchained melody out of tune
Remedy for the weekend
To cure the weekday blues
Raise my heart rate, inflate my pupils
Give me something
Just to smoothen off the edge
Call me dumb, call me scum
Call me plain and simple
As I'm holding on for this
And if Saturday don’t come soon
I'm gonna lose my mind
And if Saturday don't come soon
I’m gonna lose my mind
Inhabitable hole, skint
Living like an animal
While they try to take my dole
Black mould on the wall
Must've made a thousand calls
To get it sorted
But my landlord hates my soul
No power, working zero hour
Making some cunt rich
Who will never understand what
It's like down here i raise my beer
If Saturday don't come soon
I'm gonna lose my mind
And if Saturday don't come soon
I'm gonna lose my mind
Oh, and if Saturday don't come soon
I’m gonna lose my mind
And if Saturday don’t come soon
Oh, oh, Saturday
And if Saturday don't come soon
No, no, oh yeah
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