Saturday burned like a star On your bike, go and find your car She left the ring, took the cats And she's never looking back Ain't it time to find your religion? The neighbors already got a petition You talk about your awkward positions And the rain's coming down just on you Met a man with no need for guilt The monument to rage was built We drowned a boy in the blood he spilled And the rains falling down just on you Here comes your world down again And your thoughts pool like rain What's with your love of pain? Is your idea realistic? This point of view is egotistic Has the world become so small It shits and bleeds and moves just on you And the rain's falling down just on you