Saturday (Live From Finsbury Park)

And if -

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

And if -

And if -

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

How they try to take my dole

Black mould on the walls must've

Made a thousand calls to get it sorted

Oh, my landlord hates my soul

No power, working zero hour making some cunt rich

Who will never understand what it's like down here

I raise my beer

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And if -

And if Satur-

And if -

And if -

One, two, three, four

Oh, and if Saturday don't come soon

I'm gonna lose -

Ohh