Saturday night don't know what date or time
It takes some getting used to
So leave your world and all behind
And everything that you choose

Steal yourself
Some fools gold
I'm fuelled by you and your design
Steal yourself some control
I take from you a tired casual high

He was found face down in a living room
Still clutching on to their ashes
Fistful of sand in a cold monsoon
Its tunnel vision on acid

Steal yourself
some fools gold
Im fuelled by you and your design
Steal yourself some control
I take from you a tired casual high

But theres a silent fugitive [bad word] to you in your dreams
You say theres nothing wrong and that you`ll live forever

Steal yourself
some fools gold
Im fuelled by you and your design
Steal yourself some control
I take from you a tired casual high