Saturday night the cigarettes come crawling out   with the boys who crave regrets   Bandana hanging around her neck   A checkered flag in a crowd who's singing   "Save us from this life of nine to five"   Four, three, two   One night left for us to feel alive      Harmonicas and tambourines   They're living in her head but dying in her magazines   Her Chelsea clothes and Brooklyn dreams   They're living in her head but dying in her magazines      Say maybe yes, say maybe no   A bit too loud and the lights a bit too low   She never needed a cameo until the chain gang started to sing   "Save us from this life of nine to five"   Four, three, two   One night left for us to feel alive      Harmonicas and tambourines   They're living in her head but dying in her magazines   Her Chelsea clothes and Brooklyn dreams   They're living in her head but dying in her magazines      Harmonicas and tambourines   They're living in her head but dying in her magazines   Her Chelsea clothes and Brooklyn dreams   They're living in her head but dying in her magazines      Harmonicas and tambourines   They're living in her head but dying in her magazines   Her Chelsea clothes and Brooklyn dreams   They're living in her head but dying in her magazines