Every thing that I've done
Has been judged on if the woman was won
Yeah, all that I do more or less
Is for some women's sake

Make them laugh, make them cry
Try my best, waste my time
Yeah, all that I do more or less
Is for some women's sake

Thoughts of a maniac
Saturday is lying in state

Well your cigarette's burned down
And your eyes avoid mine
Well, you're sitting, praying, hoping, waiting
Putting on your pained today face

You don't talk, and what's worse
You take your car keys out of your purse
Well did you see too much
Or did you shoot the horsе
And then close the gatе?

Thoughtless minds that taverns find
Saturday is lying in state