Can't see no ceremony to swear you in
They do proceedings in disguise
They turned you off and turned you on again
Yeah they're the power supply

And now it's in your head
Well maybe you're just worthy for the single bed

Consequence
Those Saturdays well they feel so alone
Consequence
No need for internet or telephone
Consequence
Oh, well I hate to say I told you so

No performance necessary
If you're making your own demise
You can be a dog for the cemetery
Or a pussy with nine lives

Well no judgement
But lately you've been howling to your detriment

Consequence
Those Saturdays well they feel so alone
Consequence
No need for internet or telephone
Consequence
Oh, well I hate to say I told you so

Yeah
Just tell yourself it's overrated it ain't love that you're in aid of
Yeah
And when your ignorance has faded saddle up or stay sedated
Yeah
Yeah

Consequence
Those Saturdays well they feel so alone
Consequence
No need for internet or telephone
Consequence
Oh, well I hate to say I told you so

Consequence
Those Saturdays well they feel so alone
Consequence
No need for internet or telephone
Consequence
Oh, well I hate to say I told you so
Oh, well I hate to say I told you so