I heard it told by her 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

Cocked her father's gun, like the oldest son

 She could try, she could try it

Blessed by the bed where she laid her head
And calmed to a dull roar

It was a suicide saturday

In a summertime kind of way

It was a suicide saturday

In a summertime kind of way

She felled the streets till 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 the 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 a suicide saturday

In a summertime kind of way

It was a suicide saturday

In a summertime kind of way

Don't you wait now

Don't you wait now

Don't you wait now

For me

Don't you wait now(*3)

For me.for me.for me

Don't you wait now(*3)

For me.for me.for me

Don't you wait now(*3)

For me.for me.for me

Don't you wait now(*3)

For me

A suicide saturday.

A suicide saturday.