Saturday Sunday - Kat Dahlia
Is it saturday sunday saturday sunday
Popping shots down the same lips that i pray
Saturday sunday saturday sunday
Maybe i ll get it right one day
Got my make up on my face
Who am i today
Is today a new day
Am i in a maze
With me knees too the ground head facing down to pray
While i m a thousand miles away
No time or space
O preacher you re way too loud
My head s spinning round
Watch my gown
He s dressed in black
Don t let me drown
Oh preacher it s way too soon
It s saturday night a sunday afternoon
Who do i tell my stories too
Is the dj in the confession booth
Is it saturday sunday saturday sunday
Popping shots down the same lips that i pray
Saturday sunday saturday sunday
Maybe i ll get it right one day
Bodies all around hypnotized by the sound that surrounds
Don t count me out
Has a savior been found
Spirits in my system
Trying to resist them no
They will not go
Pour the wine slow
O preacher you re way too loud
My head s spinning round
Watch my gown
He s dressed in black
Don t let me drown
Oh preacher it s way too soon
It s saturday night a sunday afternoon
Who do i tell my stories too
Is the dj in the confession booth
Say nothing i been accused of my own use
I m going going so we can cure my abuse
Say nothing i hold this in for my own use
I m going going so we can cure my abuse abuse
Saturday sunday saturday sunday
Popping shots down the same lips that i pray
Saturday sunday saturday sunday
Maybe i ll get it right one day
Sorrow away from me
Oh it dark baby
Turn up the lights turn up the lights
It s dark baby
Dj turn up the lights turn up the lights
I m falling falling falling into my abuse
I ve falling falling falling again angel angel
Oh my feet hurt i won t make it to the alter
Oh preacher