Lyrics
These Saturdays are something awful
These streets all smell like sleazy brothels
You,
you're out of the loop
The character who finds around him
the morning glow of late last nights sin
You,
they're waiting for you
To join the fashion of company
To wear your ring for all to see
You,
they're waiting for you
If you're not comfortable in your own skin
You've no idea the shit you will be in
Two as one and one as torture
He doesn't know how to live without her
You
they're waiting for you
The guy who pines away the hours
Looking on from lonely towers
You
They're waiting for you
A marriage of convenience
in the interest of expedience
now you
they're waiting for you
Her dress is long and white as pure snow
She wants to know how far you will go
