Luke Temple - Saturday People lyrics

Moving in units and dying alone Building a gla** and glue gelatin throne Stuck in familiar; in milk and in bone And in warning We'll hit the sidewalk and turn on the heat Live for a moment and die so discreet Just like the clown who wore black to the beach Selling blood People, looking gla** people, Saturday people Will live one final time To reach, (holy calabaroo!) Shaking the whitened hand, (holy calabaroo!) Much more than we can love Halos for maniacs bent out of shape Still they will circle the crystalline gates Along with the pirates who sailed there too late On a log I'll be here waiting, -for what? I don't know With hands like a fly trap and hair that won't grow A mescaline freak out in an off-Broadway show In the morning People, looking gla** people, Saturday people Will live one final time To reach, (holy calabaroo!) Shaking the whitened hand, (holy calabaroo!) Much more than we can love (holy calabaroo!) Inches towards the beast, (holy calabaroo!) This is...