Everything that I've done

Has been judged on if the woman was won

Yeah, all that I do more or less

Is for some women's sake



Make them laugh, make them cry



Try my best, waste my time

Yeah, all that I do more or less

Is for some women's sake



Thoughts of a maniac,

Saturday is lying in state



Well your cigarette's burned down

And your eyes avoid mine

Well, you're sitting, praying, hoping, waiting

Putting on your pained today face



You don't talk, and what's worse

You take your car keys out of your purse

Well did you see too much

Or did you shoot the horse

And then close the gate?



Thoughtless minds that taverns find

Saturday is lying in state