[00:00.00]Is it Saturday Sunday Saturday Sunday
[00:03.89]Poppin shots down the same lips that I pray
[00:06.38]Saturday Sunday Saturday Sunday
[00:10.06]Maybe I'll get it right one day
[00:11.87]Got my make up on my face
[00:13.97]Who am I today
[00:16.72]Is today a new day
[00:19.55]Am I in a maze
[00:23.04]With me knees to the ground,
[00:24.43]head facing down to pray
[00:27.87]While I'm a thousand miles away
[00:30.83]No time or space
[00:34.30]O preacher you're way too loud
[00:38.40]My head's spinning round
[00:40.18]Watch my gown
[00:42.51]He's dressed in black
[00:44.11]Don't let me drown
[00:45.69]Oh preacher it's way too soon
[00:48.37]It's Saturday night, a Sunday afternoon
[00:51.53]Who do I tell my stories to
[00:54.16]Is the DJ in the confession booth
[00:57.01]Is it Saturday Sunday Saturday Sunday
[01:00.32]Poppin shots down the same lips that I pray
[01:02.81]Saturday Sunday Saturday Sunday
[01:06.51]Maybe I'll get it right one day
[01:08.58]Bodies all around hypnotized
[01:10.39]by the sound that surrounds
[01:13.25]Don't count me out
[01:15.92]Has a savior been found
[01:19.70]Spirits in my system
[01:21.14]Trying to resist them no
[01:24.48]They will not go
[01:27.16]Pour the wine slow
[01:30.78]O preacher you're way too loud
[01:34.89]My head's spinning round
[01:36.59]Watch my gown
[01:39.15]He's dressed in black
[01:40.54]Don't let me drown
[01:42.06]Oh preacher it's way too soon
[01:44.85]It's Saturday night, a Sunday afternoon
[01:47.98]Who do I tell my stories to
[01:50.57]Is the DJ in the confession booth
[01:56.46]Say nothing I been accused of my own use
[02:01.74]I'm going going so we can cure my abuse
[02:07.74]Say nothing I hold this in for my own use
[02:13.09]I'm going going so we can cure my abuse
[02:18.96]Saturday Sunday Saturday Sunday
[02:20.95](Oh preacher my feet hurt ）
[02:22.58]Poppin shots down the same lips that I pray
[02:24.77]Saturday Sunday Saturday Sunday
[02:27.42]Take my sorrow
[02:28.58]Maybe I'll get it right one day
[02:33.10]Sorrow away from me
[02:40.85]Oh it' dark baby
[02:44.42]Turn up the lights turn up the lights
[02:47.14]It's dark baby
[02:49.62]DJ turn up the lights turn up the lights
[02:52.85]I'm fallin fallin fallin into my abuse
[02:58.32]I've fallin fallin fallin again angel
[03:04.72]Oh my feet hurt I won't make it to the alter
[03:12.09]Oh preacher

Is it Saturday Sunday Saturday Sunday
Poppin 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 to 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 to
Is the DJ in the confession booth
Is it Saturday Sunday Saturday Sunday
Poppin 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 to
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
Saturday Sunday Saturday Sunday
(Oh preacher my feet hurt ）
Poppin shots down the same lips that I pray
Saturday Sunday Saturday Sunday
Take my sorrow
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 fallin fallin fallin into my abuse
I've fallin fallin fallin again angel
Oh my feet hurt I won't make it to the alter
Oh preacher