Слова:
Kids In Glass Houses Saturday

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

learned the police was just some handicappers On the ground next to broken glass and candy wrappers Now don't accept my collects on the phone Just hit me at the house

like a dreadlocked reggae boy Devil's Night in Detroit, dig a shallow grave Mad Child hate Christian Audigier and Alize Bring back funk - roller skatin on a Saturday