Saturday歌词

作词 : Sam Fender
作曲 : Sam Fender
Overtired, overworked, underpaid, 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 or work is here, oh well we'll make it so-called 'rich'
You 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