Letra da Música Saturday de Sam Fender

Overtired, overworked, underpaid, under pressure
Always tying up loose ends
The unchained melody out of tune, remedy for the weekend
To cure the weekday blues
Raise my heart rate, inflate my pupils, give me something
Just to smoothen off the edge
Call me dumb, call me scum, call me plain and simple
As I'm holding on for this

And if Saturday don't come soon, I'm gonna lose my mind
And if Saturday don't come soon, I'm gonna lose my mind

Inhabitable, whole skin, living like an animal
How they tried to dig my hole
Black mold on the wall
Must've made a thousand calls to get it sorted
But my landlord hates my soul

No power or workers here [?] would rather take a shortcut
Will never understand what is right down here
I raise my beer

If Saturday don't come soon, I'm gonna lose my mind
If Saturday don't come soon, I'm gonna lose my mind
Oh, and if Saturday don't come soon, I'm gonna lose my mind

If Saturday don't come soon (Oh, oh, Saturday)
And if Saturday don't come soon (No, no)