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