Liquor night, I can't believe the sights
My eyes are stinging me from a lumbering ox
Set to bust my head wide open just like a melon
He waltzes in disdain with a lack of concern
Sizzling through every footstep
I guess I shouldn't have nodded at him gentlemanly like that
No, no, no, no, no
Two men have joined the race
Let's see how each one operates now
I see a trickle of blood like a cherry cordial in the mud and
The crowd is gagging on the play-by-face plant marathon, wow
What a productive way to spend my fucking Saturday
Recover quick 'cause someone's looking
The skirt that ruffles my ears quickly
Taking priority over health, be it mental or physical
I can't see her eyes or anything important
But it's not important, now that I'm thoroughly beaten
This night must be redeemed
I'll walk her to her car, the steam departing from the bar now
We'll go back to her place, I'll never get to see her face and
She bellows at my hand, I can't recognize where I am, wow
What a productive way to spend my fucking Saturday
Come on
I'm young and dumb and numb and ready like a loaded gun now
I'm rock and jock and cock and parading around the block and
I'm marred and tarred and hard
And pocketing a Mastercard, wow
What a productive way to spend my fucking Saturday
I'm out there every Saturday, my every day's a Saturday
My brain don't have a thing to say
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