I turned up late on a Saturday night
You had your headphones on and the only light
Came from the slow deleted history
I dropped my guard, you can do the same
We can go hard then ease the pain
With tomorrow's DVDs
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Now the pylon stance in a tug of war
In every town, feel the chemical roar
Of a congregation leaving in their drawers
As the lights go down on Saturday night
And the fires of Sunday begin their fight
With tomorrow's personnel