Oh! baron saturday
Sorrow, hell show you games to play
He bends his mouth up to your ear
The words wont disappear
Hell take your eyes out for a ride
Through an eyeglass of tears its not clear.

Oh! baron saturday
White visions black, mister malady
neath a sky of milk
Youre drinking silk
Youve fast the runcible spoon
On satin plates
Young maidens wait
To be devoured in the glare of the moon.

Except for baron saturday
Your life was cool
Good senses rule
Throw your life away.

Oh! baron saturday
Let him steal your mind away
Hell show you the grave
Of someone who was saved
From living their life in a year
Hell show you the grave.
Of someone who was saved
From taking his life with a knife.

Except for baron saturday
Your life was cool
Good senses rule
Throw your life away.