Baron Saturday

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.