every thing that i've done   has been judged as if the woman has won   yeah all that i do more or less   is for some womans sake      make them laugh make them cry   try my best waste my time   yeah all that i do more or less   is for some womans sake      thoughts of a maniac   saturday is lying in state      your cigarettes burned down   and your eyes avoid mine   yeah youre sitting praying hoping waiting   putting on your pained today face      you dont talk and whats worse   you take the car keys out of your purse   well did you see too much   or did you shoot the horse   and then close the gate      thoughtless minds that taverns find   saturday is lying in state