Baron Saturday Lyrics - S.f. Sorrow - Pretty Things

Oh, baron Saturday 

Sorrow, he'll show you games to play 

He bends his mouth up to your ear 

The words won't disappear 

He'll take your eyes out for a ride 

Through an eyeglass of tears it's not clear 

Oh, baron Saturday 

White visions black, Mister Malady 

'Neath a sky of milk, you're drinking silk 

You've fast the runcible spoon 

On satin plates, young maidens wait 

In the glare of the moon 

Baron Saturday 

Except for baron Saturday 

Except for baron Saturday 

Your life was cool 

Good senses rule 

Throw your life away 

Baron Saturday 

Let him steal your mind away 

He'll show you the grave of someone who was saved 

From living their life in a year 

He'll show you the grave of someone who was saved 

From taking his life with a knife 

Baron Saturday 

Except for baron Saturday 

Except for baron Saturday 

Your life was cool 

Good senses rule 

Throw your life away 

Except for baron Saturday 

Except for baron Saturday 

Except for baron Saturday 

Your life was cool 

Good senses rule 

Throw your life away 

Except for baron Saturday 

Except for baron Saturday 

Except for baron Saturday 

Your life was cool 

Good senses rule 

Throw your life away