Everything that I've done Has been judged on if the woman was won Yeah, all that I do more or less Is for some women's sake Make them laugh, make them cry Try my best, waste my time Yeah, all that I do more or less Is for some women's sake Thoughts of a maniac, Saturday is lying in state Well your cigarette's burned down And your eyes avoid mine Well, you're sitting, praying, hoping, waiting Putting on your pained today face You don't talk, and what's worse You take your 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