Saturday Sunday

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 makeup 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
 Popping 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 saviour 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 I'm going I'm going, so we can cure my abuse
 Say nothing, I hold this in for my own use
 I'm going I'm going I'm going, so we can cure my abuse
 Saturday Sunday, Saturday Sunday
 (Oh preacher, my feet hurt)
 Popping shots down the same lips that I pray
 Saturday Sunday, Saturday Sunday
 Maybe I'll get it right one day
 Take my sorrow
 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