Lyrics
Killed a Saturday running new brake lines
Calipers and rotors, too
By the time I was done letting the bleeders run
Mama, I was really just thinking of you
If I knew what to do
I'd be standing next to you
Ah, ah, next to you
I walked in and I sat down around 11:30 on the clock
I took my usual spot at the back of the restaurant
I was more alone than you could've ever known
You got to change your mind or at least change that tone
And be careful where you point that smile, it's a dangerous thing!
If I knew what to do
I'd be standing next to you
Ah, ah, next to you
Sometimes you got to settle for less than what you want
And it's probably just staring at the same old faces
Drinking in the same old haunt
She was crawling on her belly
And red horns grew
Her eyes glew red
And that's when I knew
I was probably better off
Staying home
If I knew what to do
I'd be standing next to you
If I knew what to do
I'd be standing next to you
If I knew what to do
I'd be standing next to you
Ah, ah, next to you
Written by: Raymond Arthur Flanagan
