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Baron Saturday lyrics
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
In the glare of the moon
Baron Saturday
Except for baron Saturday
Except for baron Saturday
Your life was cool
Good senses rule
Throw your life away
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
From taking his life with a knife
Baron Saturday
Except for baron Saturday
Except for baron Saturday
Your life was cool
Good senses rule
Throw your life away
Except for baron Saturday
Except for baron Saturday
Except for baron Saturday
Your life was cool
Good senses rule
Throw your life away
Except for baron Saturday
Except for baron Saturday
Except for baron Saturday
Your life was cool
Good senses rule
Throw your life away
Oh, baron Saturday
Sorrow, he'll show you games to play
He bends his mouth up to your ear
Part of these releases
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- Track 7 on S.F. Sorrow
- 6 Death
- 8 Journey
- 8 The Journey
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- Track 7 on S.F. Sorrow + Live at Abbey Road
- 6 Death
- 8 The Journey
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- Track 7 on S.F. Sorrow + Live at Abbey Road Disc 2
- 6 Death
- 8 The Journey
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