Pretty Things - Baron Saturday Lyrics
Oh! baron saturdaySorrow, hell show you games to playHe bends his mouth up to your earThe words wont disappearHell take your eyes out for a rideThrough an eyeglass of tears its not clear.Oh! baron saturdayWhite visions black, mister maladyneath a sky of milkYoure drinking silkYouve fast the runcible spoonOn satin platesYoung maidens waitTo be devoured in the glare of the moon.Except for baron saturdayYour life was coolGood senses ruleThrow your life away.Oh! baron saturdayLet him steal your mind awayHell show you the graveOf someone who was savedFrom living their life in a yearHell show you the grave.Of someone who was savedFrom taking his life with a knife.Except for baron saturdayYour life was coolGood senses ruleThrow your life away.