Baron Saturday - Pretty Things

Oh!

Baron Saturday

Sorrow, he’ll show you games to play

He bends his mouth up to your ear

The words won’t disappear

He’ll take your eyes out for a ride

Through an eyeglass of tears it’s not clear.

Oh!

Baron Saturday

White visions black, Mister Malady

'Neath a sky of milk

You’re drinking silk

You’ve fast the runcible spoon

On satin plates

Young maidens wait

To be devoured in the glare of the moon.

Except for Baron Saturday

Your life was cool

Good senses rule

Throw your life away.

Oh!

Baron Saturday

Let him steal your mind away

He’ll show you the grave

Of someone who was saved

From living their life in a year

He’ll show you the grave.

Of someone who was saved

From taking his life with a knife.

Except for Baron Saturday

Your life was cool

Good senses rule

Throw your life away.