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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 
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 [bad word] 
Throw your life away.