Oh! baron saturday Sorrow, he'll show you games to play He bends his mouth up to your ear The words won't disappear He'll take your eyes out for a ride Through an eyeglass of tears it's not clear.
Oh! baron saturday White visions black, mister malady 'neath a sky of milk You're drinking silk You've fast the runcible spoon On satin plates Young maidens wait To be devoured in the glare of the moon.
Except for baron saturday Your life was cool Good senses rule Throw your life away.
Oh! baron saturday Let him steal your mind away He'll show you the grave Of someone who was saved From living their life in a year He'll show you the grave. Of someone who was saved From taking his life with a knife.
Except for baron saturday Your life was cool Good senses rule Throw your life away.
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