When she walks downtown to the club on a Saturday night, he tries to tell her what her loving is for
When she beats him down with a pipe on a Saturday night, nobody tells her what she couldn't afford and there's a Bloodstained hand
Sliding in the rain down the windowpane and as the blood
Runs out, it's making little ruby rivers of Saturday now.
She walks this way, doesn't care about their words anymore; she's finally feeling like a person again
It was a sickness painting lines on what you had to divide, 'til you decide it's something different then
Then you've got two new kinds
Of people you're unable to reconcile
So she equips herself
As if she doesn't even know the prevailing style
She likes to speak with someone who
Believes the things she knows
She makes a mess inside, she doesn't stand there and cry
She isn't waiting for the hammer to fall
She takes a step outside and thinks a lot about the wonderful lives of all the people that her mother would call
She'd be beside herself
She'd never learn away to negotiate
And so it keeps her well
To remember every reason to celebrate herself
Hugo Grayling - Brutal Petunia Lyrics
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When she walks downtown to the club on a Saturday night, he tries to tell her what her loving is for
When she beats him down with a pipe on a Saturday night, nobody tells her what she couldn't afford and there's a Bloodstained hand
Sliding in the rain down the windowpane and as the blood
Runs out, it's making little ruby rivers of Saturday now.
She walks this way, doesn't care about their words anymore; she's finally feeling like a person again
It was a sickness painting lines on what you had to divide, 'til you decide it's something different then
Then you've got two new kinds
Of people you're unable to reconcile
So she equips herself
As if she doesn't even know the prevailing style
She likes to speak with someone who
Believes the things she knows
She makes a mess inside, she doesn't stand there and cry
She isn't waiting for the hammer to fall
She takes a step outside and thinks a lot about the wonderful lives of all the people that her mother would call
She'd be beside herself
She'd never learn away to negotiate
And so it keeps her well
To remember every reason to celebrate herself
When she beats him down with a pipe on a Saturday night, nobody tells her what she couldn't afford and there's a Bloodstained hand
Sliding in the rain down the windowpane and as the blood
Runs out, it's making little ruby rivers of Saturday now.
She walks this way, doesn't care about their words anymore; she's finally feeling like a person again
It was a sickness painting lines on what you had to divide, 'til you decide it's something different then
Then you've got two new kinds
Of people you're unable to reconcile
So she equips herself
As if she doesn't even know the prevailing style
She likes to speak with someone who
Believes the things she knows
She makes a mess inside, she doesn't stand there and cry
She isn't waiting for the hammer to fall
She takes a step outside and thinks a lot about the wonderful lives of all the people that her mother would call
She'd be beside herself
She'd never learn away to negotiate
And so it keeps her well
To remember every reason to celebrate herself
Writer: Joshua Enos
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