Saturday and all my friends are waiting for me to come out
But I'm afraid that things won't be the same
Yesterday was nothing but a living hell
And I can't deal with twenty-four more hours filled with pain
The ladder's calling me, the black cat's clawing me
It's the day after, filled with remnants of disaster
Saturday the fourteenth, I'll stay inside
Saturday the fourteenth, I've got to hide
Saturday, I'm curled up in the living room, I'm shaking
Staring at the clock waiting for it to end
Sitting still 'cause I can't touch a single thing
Or else it might just break in half and I'll be screwed again
I've tried knocking wood, it won't do any good
It's the day after and my heart keeps beating faster
Saturday and kids are playing, how can they?
It's like a war zone, everything is rubble and debris
I can deal with superstition, it's my life
That's how I'll live it, dreading what bad luck will come to me
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