Can't see no ceremony to swear you in
They do proceedings in disguise
They turned you off and turned you on again
Yeah they're the power supply
And now it's in your head
Well maybe you're just worthy for the single bed
Consequence
Those Saturdays well they feel so alone
Consequence
No need for internet or telephone
Consequence
Oh, well I hate to say I told you so
No performance necessary
If you're making your own demise
You can be a dog for the cemetery
Or a pussy with nine lives
Well no judgement
But lately you've been howling to your detriment
Consequence
Those Saturdays well they feel so alone
Consequence
No need for internet or telephone
Consequence
Oh, well I hate to say I told you so
Yeah
Just tell yourself it's overrated it ain't love that you're in aid of
Yeah
And when your ignorance has faded saddle up or stay sedated
Yeah
Yeah
Consequence
Those Saturdays well they feel so alone
Consequence
No need for internet or telephone
Consequence
Oh, well I hate to say I told you so
Consequence
Those Saturdays well they feel so alone
Consequence
No need for internet or telephone
Consequence
Oh, well I hate to say I told you so
Oh, well I hate to say I told you so
