These Times Paroles

Saturday morning, Saturday night

It's all the fucking same

Sunday comes and it comes

And I can't cope 'cause I know what's to come



Call it a waste of time for me

But I don't need to be judged

I won't be caught looking back

'Cause these times aren't over yet

I'll be livin' for the moment
In your face is where we'll be

Don't try to cross the line

'Cause you can't fuck with me

We don't give a fuck