Saturday - Kids in Glass Houses

I wish I could sleep

But I’m tied down

Dirty in these borrowed sheets

It’s been a week

And I’ve singing to my feet, yeah

But I won’t admit defeat 'til

Saturday, Saturday, Saturday

Well, come my way

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, enemies

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

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, enemies

So show a little skin and make a million

Bare a little soul and make a million more

Show a little skin and make a million

Bare a little soul and make a million more

When I grow up, woah

I wanna be famous, woah

And when you grow up, woah

Will you still blame us?

I wish I could sleep

I’ve been tied 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, enemies

So show a little skin and make a million

Bare a little soul and make a million more

Show a little skin and make a million

Bare a little soul and make a million more