Jacob King - Saturday Lyrics

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"