Cant 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 its in your head Maybe you're just worthy of the single bed Chorus Consequence Those Saturdays they feel so alone Consequence No need for internet or telephone Consequence 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 No judgement, But lately you've been howling to your detriment. Chorus Bridge Yeah, Just tell yourself its overrated it ain't love that you're in aid of, Yeah, And when your ignorance has faded saddle up and stay sedated. Yeah, Yeah, Chorus