Whitey
Saturday Night Ate Our Lives
Saturday night, ate our lives completely
The future looked bad, it was all we had
Saturday came and we lost our minds completely
Ready or not, 'cause it's all we've got

Something has to change now
Pressure finds its way out

Saturday stretched to an endless line
The morning as far as the end of time
And if we don't lose our heads
Then we'll all be fine

Saturday night was our promised land
And Saturday all that we ever had
And we reached for ourselves
When we raised our hands

Saturday night
You know where to find me
Miles away
From the long, dull day
Lost in a dream
And the world
Seems far behind me
I'm somebody else
I escaped myself