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