Saturday night the cigarettes come crawling out 

With the boys who crave regrets 

Bandana hanging around her neck 

A checkered flag and a crowd who's singing 

"Save us from this life of nine to five" 

Four, three, two 

One night left for us to feel alive 

So why not do it forever? 



Harmonicas and tambourines 

They're living in her head but dying in her magazines 

Her Chelsea clothes and Brooklyn dreams 

They're living in her head but dying in her magazines 



Say maybe yes, say maybe no 

A bit too loud and the lights a bit too low 

She never needed a cameo until the chain gang started to sing 

"Save us from this life of nine to five" 

Four, three, two 

Once night left for us to feel alive 

So why not do it forever? 



Harmonicas and tambourines 

They're living in her head but dying in her magazines 

Her Chelsea clothes and Brooklyn dreams 

They're living in her head but dying in her magazines 



Harmonicas and tambourines 

They're living in her head but dying in her magazines 

Her Chelsea clothes and Brooklyn dreams 

They're living in her head but dying in her magazines 



Harmonicas and tambourines 

They're living in her head but dying in her magazines 

Her Chelsea clothes and Brooklyn dreams 

They're living in her head but dying in her magazines