Lyrics:

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 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
If it can't get the blood off our 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
Ex-pats of the Blue Mountain Symphony Orchestra