Saturday — Kids in Glass Houses

And I wish I could sleep But I'm tired, down, dirty in these borrowed sheets It's been a week And I've singing til I faint, yeah But I won't admit defeat til Saturday, Saturday, Saturday When you come by For your information I love my demons Cause they keep me company, yeah I've grown to love my new routine But on my better days Better days, better days

Consider yourself one of my best friends Consider yourself one of my enemies Oh enemies

And I wish I could speak We spend the last half hour in the back room Celebrating me And now I feel a little cheap, yeah But I won't admit defeat til Saturday, Saturday, Saturday And it's not one of my better days Better days, better days

Consider yourself one of my best friends Consider yourself one of my enemies Oh enemies Show a little skin and make a million For a little soul and make a million more A million more

When I grow up, woah I wanna be famous, woah And when you grow up, woah Will you still blame us

And I wish I could see that But I'm tired, down, dirty in these borrowed sheets It's been a bitch of a week, yeah

Saturday, saturday, saturday

Consider yourself one of my best friends Consider yourself one of my enemies Oh enemies Show a little skin and make a million For a little soul and make a million more Show a little skin and make a million For a little soul and make a million more