Baron Saturday

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 lost the runcible spoon

On satin plates, young maidens wait

To be devoured in the glare of the moon

Baron Saturday

Except for Baron Saturday

Except for Baron Saturday

Your life was cool

Good senses rule

Throw your life away

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

Baron Saturday

Except for Baron Saturday

Except for Baron Saturday

Your life was cool

Good senses rule

Throw your life away

Except for Baron Saturday

Except for Baron Saturday

Except for Baron Saturday

Your life was cool

Good senses rule

Throw your life away

Except for Baron Saturday

Except for Baron Saturday

Except for Baron Saturday

Your life was cool

Good senses rule

Throw your life away