Failure in Three Parts

You say I’m all right, Cut you like a knife. Watch out from behind, Daggers in the blind. It’s Saturday night and I am ready to party, It’s Saturday night and I am ready to go. It’s Saturday night and I need those daggers, To tell me what it is I’m supposed to know. It’s Saturday night and I am ready to party, It’s Saturday night and I am ready to go. It’s Saturday night and I need those daggers, To tell me what it is I’m supposed to know. Please say I’m all right, These days it’s a fight. Love to hold that knife, That’s no lightning strike. It’s Saturday night and I am ready to party, It’s Saturday night and I am ready to go. It’s Saturday night and I need those daggers, To tell me what it is I’m supposed to know. It’s Saturday night and I am ready to party, It’s Saturday night and I am ready to go. It’s Saturday night and I need those daggers, To tell me what it is I’m supposed to know. Don’t let the daggers... Bring you down… Don’t let the daggers... Bring you down… Don’t let the daggers... Bring you down… Don’t let the daggers... Bring you down… I used to want to be, On a magazine. But the very next thing, Would always pass me by. I wasn’t any good, With a drum machine. But if I’m being honest, I never really tried. Don’t get me wrong, This is the final call. What’s done is done. Don’t get me wrong, This is the final call. What’s done is done.