If Saturdays end sadder days   Pay stubs should bring salvation   Accelerating heartbeats happily   But these days our day jobs barely cover insurance   So now we can’t afford our dreams   Skip town suddenly on half a heartbeat    And spark as sweetly as softly it came      Let the windows transition the night    So we don’t miss a thing   Skip town suddenly    Cause New York doesn’t look the same      You make it seem like Saturdays end sadder days   And it’s OK to lie dead come the week   It’s just like me to disagree   And you make it seem like Fridays pay will make everything OK   It’s just like me to plan an escape      Dead broke and happy and sitting in traffic again   We’re down to one lane cause New York is never gonna change   But I can treat lungs black from bad decisions    Over another day of the same thing      Bad food, bad dreams, and Bad Religion   It’s OK cause my way has only got to work for me      So tell me is it gonna get any easier?    To find your way now that you’ve got a degree?    Well there sure ain’t any jobs for you here boy   And would you really want one anyway?