Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Saturday Sunday, artist - Kat Dahlia. Date of issue: 11.01.2015
Song language: English
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 my knees to the ground, head facing down to pray |
| While I’m a thousand miles away |
| No time or space |
| Oh preacher, you’re way too loud |
| My head’s spinning 'round |
| Watch my gown |
| It’s drenched in black, don’t let me drown |
| Oh preacher, it’s way too soon |
| Is it Saturday night or Sunday afternoon? |
| Who do I tell my stories too? |
| It’s a DJ in the confession room |
| 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 |
| Bodies all around, hypnotised by the sound that surrounds |
| Don’t count me out, as the saviours been found |
| Spirits in my system, trying to resist 'em, no They will not go, pour the wine slow |
| Oh preacher, you’re way too loud |
| My head’s spinning 'round |
| Watch my gown |
| It’s drenched in black, don’t let me drown |
| Oh preacher, it’s way too soon |
| Is it Saturday night or Sunday afternoon? |
| Who do I tell my stories too? |
| It’s a DJ in the confession room |
| Say nothing I’ve been accused of my own use |
| I’m going, going, so it can cure my abuse |
| Say nothing I’ll hold us in for my own use |
| I’m going, going, so it can cure my abuse, abuse |
| 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 |
| Take my sorrow, sorrow away from me Oh it’s dark baby |
| Turn up the lights, turn up the lights |
| Oh it’s dark baby |
| DJ turn up the lights, turn up the lights |
| I’m falling, falling, falling in my abuse |
| I’m falling, falling, falling, again, angel, angel |
| My feet hurt |
| I won’t make it to the water |
| Oh preacher |