Suicide Saturday

I heard it told by her mother old She could try, she could try it With the power of tin and a bottle of gin She was wise, she was wise to it Cocked her father's gun, like the oldest son She could try, she could try it Blessed by the bed where she laid her head and Calmed to a dull roar Oh It was a Suicide Saturday Oh In a summertime kind of way Oh It was a Suicide Saturday Oh In a summertime kind of way She felled the streets till she heard the screams She could drive, she could drive it That was where she'd buy her time, yeah Her friends were crazed in the solemn rains She could try, she could try it I met her once, she was tight, she was tight She was tight, she was tight, she was tight as hell Refrão Oh oh, oh oh woah, oh oh woah It was a suicide Saturday Oh oh, oh oh woah, oh oh woah In a summertime kind of way Oh oh, oh oh woah, oh oh woah It was a suicide Saturday Oh oh, oh oh woah, oh oh woah In a summertime kind of way Ponte Oh don't you wait now Oh don't you wait now Oh don't you wait now for me Oh don't you wait now Oh don't you wait now Oh don't you wait now for me, for me, for me, yeah Oh don't you wait now Oh don't you wait now Oh don't you wait now for me, for me, for me, yeah Oh don't you wait now Oh don't you wait now Oh don't you wait now for me, for me, for me, yeah Oh don't you wait now Oh don't you wait now Oh don't you wait now for me Suicide Saturday Suicide Saturday