I heard it told by her mother old, she could try, she could try it
With the power of tin and a bottle of gin, she was wise, she was wise to it
Cocked her father's gun, like the oldest son, she could try, she could try it
Blessed by the bed where she laid her head and calmed to a dull roar
It was a suicide saturday
In a summertime kind of way
She felled the streets till she heard the screams, she could drive, she could drive it
That was where she'd buy her time, yup
Her friends were crazed in the solemn rains, she could try, she could try it
I met her once, she was tight, she was tight, she was tight, she was tight,
She was tight as hell
It was a suicide saturday
In a summertime kind of way
Don't you wait now for me
A suicide saturday
