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Saturday (Explicit) - Sam Fender
Lyrics by：Sam Fender
Composed by：Sam Fender
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
While they try to take my dole
Black mould on the wall
Must've made a thousand calls to get it sorted
But my landlord hates my soul
No power working zero hour making some c**t rich
Who will never understand what it's like down here
I raise my beer
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
Oh and if Saturday don't come soon I'm gonna lose my mind
And if Saturday don't come soon
Oh oh Saturday
And if Saturday don't come soon
No no oh yeah
