Every thing that I've done
Has been judged as if the woman has won
Yeah all that I do more or less
Is for some womans sake
Make them laugh make them cry
Try my best waste my time
Yeah all that I do more or less
Is for some womans sake
Thoughts of a maniac
Saturday is lying in state
Your cigarettes burned down
And your eyes avoid mine
Yeah you're sitting praying hoping waiting
Putting on your pained today face
You don't talk and what's worse
You take the car keys out of your purse
Well did you see too much
Or did you shoot the horse
And then close the gate
Thoughtless minds that taverns find
Saturday is lying in state
