Saturday (Explicit)

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