Saturday
Lyrics
I'm good to go and I'm going nowhere fast It could be worse I could be taking you there with me I'm good to go even though it's like I'm still on my ownfull lyrics...
I'm good to go and I'm going nowhere fast It could be worse I could be taking you there with me I'm good to go even though it's like I'm still on my ownfull lyrics...
Features Of This Song
hard rock rootspunk influences
a subtle use of vocal harmony
varying tempo and time signatures
major key tonality
a vocal-centric aesthetic
dirty electric guitar riffs
an aggressive male vocalist
These are just a few of the hundreds of attributes cataloged for this song by the Music Genome Project.
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When these open doors were open-ended Saturday Pete and I attacked and lost the story Two more weeks But I never really lived more than an hour And I read about the afterlife Publisher: CHICAGO X SOFTCORE SONGS But I never really lived When I say Saturday I can't sleep in the wake of Saturday When these open doors were open-ended Saturday, Saturday My foot is in the door I'm good to go even though it's like I'm still on my own But I never really lived It could be worse In the wake of Saturday When these open doors were open-ended My foot is in the door, yeah When these open doors were open-ended At a hundred miles an hour I could be taking you there with me Two more weeks When I say Saturday Oh, we promised them decisions Saturday I'm good to go and I'm going nowhere fast Saturday I'm good to go for something golden And I read about the afterlife I can't sleep in the wake of Saturday And I'm coasting on potential towards the wall Me and Pete The mass of youthful innocence and I read about the afterlife Saturday When these open doors were open-ended Songwriters: Andrew John Hurley, Patrick Martin Stumph, Joseph Mark Trohman, Peter L Wentz When these open doors were open-ended Two more weeks Though the motions I've been going through have failed My foot is in the door, yeah






