Saturday Saints Lyrics

Yeah, the rat race has got my brain in a knot.
The grind will get ya, if you're ready or not.
And the paychecks got us on our knees beggin? for Saturday to set us free.

Now I'm slowing down what's in my head (fire it up-shut it down!)

Payin? our dues - what choice do we got?
Push the knife in deeper as I punch the clock
And the mornings got us beggin? please

Begging for Saturday to set us free

Losing faith on a Saturday night

Saturday Saints ? with their glasses raised high
Saturday Saints ? we drown our sorrows in our pints