Testo Baron Saturday

Oh! Baron SaturdaySorrow, he'll show you games to playHe bends his mouth up to your earThe words won't disappearHe'll take your eyes out for a rideThrough an eyeglass of tears it's not clear.Oh! Baron SaturdayWhite visions black, Mister Malady'Neath a sky of milkYou're drinking silkYou've fast the runcible spoonOn satin platesYoung maidens waitTo be devoured in the glare of the moon.Except for Baron SaturdayYour life was coolGood senses ruleThrow your life awya.Oh! Baron SaturdayLet him steal your mind awayHe'll show you the graveOf someone who was savedFrom living their life in a yearHe'll show you the grave.Of someone who was savedFrom taking his life with a knife.Except for Baron SaturdayYour life was coolGood senses ruleThrow your life away.