Saturday As Usual
Virginia is almost sleeping, that night is getting olderThere is static on the TV, and she's lying on the sofaThe cats crawl over herJenny is in the garage, she's got the car in neutralShe rolls it out so quietly. It's Saturday as usualIt always is...
Me, I'm in my bedroom, drawing in my notebookCause my hand thinks I'm an artist, but my heart knows I'm a poetIt's just words, they mean...So little to me, so little to me...So little to me, so little to me...
I can't seem to deal with total trustThere is something very wrong with me
Daddy's in the backyard, his hands are getting dirtyAnd Mum is in the kitchen, and her cake says that I'm thirteenAnother year...
My brother went to college to become a doctorAnd if he studies hard enough, he'll end up just like fatherWho hates his life...
And me, I'm in the bathroom, crying out my eyelidsCause it's hard to be a man, when you are scared just like a little kidThe world's become...A little too mean, little too mean...A little too mean, little too mean...
And I can't see the point of patient loveWhen everyone just wants to get fucked