Saturday

Saturday, I lay in momma's hands In the room I was born, that day I remember hearing about the time We did drive, countryside, long way home Miles of corn or wheat, who can say? Mom did pray then cos she felt the sin enter in "Here I am, I'm the king of hell, and I'll get your son with a fiery flame While you wait, I will take the love from his soul, so wait for Saturday" I don't know any different I can't relate to other children Love, I can't even dream of I want one thing, it is love Now I'm older, and I lie in bed And my head hurts when I dream of that fire "Here I am, I'm the king of hell, and I'll get you soon with a fiery flame While you wait, I will take the love from your soul, so wait for Saturday"