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.