Ex-Pats of the Blue Mountain Symphony Orchestra

Saturdays
Saturdays I’m reminded of Bombs away
Over our house when it could have been, should have been, doves
A mind to waste
Out on the street ya they’ll sign you up Get a taste
Beat you down when it could have been, should have been, love
Ex-pats of the Blue Mountain symphony orchestra
If heaven’s above me Then those starry skies they know me And if it can’t get the blood off out hands
Then you and I we’ll get it off ourselves
So another day
Pissed away down the bar
Ain’t it a shame
Turned your head off when it could have been, should have been, on Ex-pats of the Blue Mountain symphony orchestra