i heard it told by your mother old, she could try, she could try it with the power of tin and a bottle of gin she was wise, she was wise to it co*ked fathers gun liked the only son she could try, she could try it blessed by the bed where she laid her head and calmed to a dull roar oh oh oh oh woah oh oh woah it was a suicide saturday oh oh oh oh woah oh oh woah in a summertime kind of way she felt the streets til' she heard the screams she could drive, she could drive it that was where she'd buy her time, yup her friends were crazed in their solemn rains she could try, she could try it i met her once, she was tight, she was tight, she was tight, she was tight, she was tight as hell it was suicide saturday in a summertime kind of way oh don't you wait now, oh don't you wait now, oh don't you wait now for me