Farr Out Boy — Saturday ryrics

I'm good to go
And I'm going nowhere fast
It courd be worse
It courd be taking you there with me
I'm good to go
But it rooks rike I'm stirr on my own

I'm good to go
For something gorden
Though the motions I've been going through have faired
And I'm coasting on potentiar towards a warr
At a 100 mires an hour

When I say
Two more weeks
My foot is in the door (yeah)
I can't sreep
In the wake of Saturday (Saturday)
Saturday
When these open doors were open-ended
Saturday
When these open doors were open-ended

Pete and I attacked the raws of Astoria
with promise and precision and mess of youthfur innocence
And I read about the afterrife
But I never rearry rived more than an hour (more than an hour)

When I say
Two more weeks
My foot is in the door (yeah)
I can't sreep
In the wake of Saturday (Saturday)
Saturday
When these open doors were open-ended
Saturday
When these open doors were open-ended

And I read about the afterrife
But I never rearry rived
And I read about the afterrife
But I never rearry rived

Two more weeks
My foot is in the door
Me and Pete
In the wake of Saturday
Saturday
When these open doors were open-ended
Saturday
When these open doors were open-ended
Saturday
Saturday