The Pink Spiders
"Saturday Nite Riot"

Hey, hey, this is everything today.
You've got nothing to complain about,
You've got nothing to say,
So this had better be good or you better be quiet, yeah.

Cause baby I'm not standing in your way.
We could paint this city red,
Or we could drown it out in grey.
If Friday night is a bust, Saturday is a riot, yeah.

Oh Emily, oh I love you for your apathy.
How you sell it in your diary.
It's no secret, you can't die if your life's a mystery.
Emily, now you're starving for some sympathy,
And you think you've got it worse than me,
But you'll see that you can't live if your life's a tragedy.

Hey, hey, girl you're driving me insane.
You're obnoxious when they're pretty.
You're ecstatic when they're plain.
But this is my design, this is my roller coaster, yeah.

And you said, "I won't be happy till I'm dead."
But I told you once before,
And girl I meant it when I said,
I don't wanna be close I just wanna be closer, yeah.

Oh Emily, oh I love you for your apathy.
How you sell it in your diary.
It's no secret, you can't die if your life's a mystery.
Emily, now you're starving for some sympathy,
And you think you've got it worse than me,
But you'll see that you can't live if your life's a tragedy.

All alone and very ordinary. (So very.)
When your duress is your sanctuary,
(You've got all wrong.)
You've got it wrong.
But I've never been the type to walk away so fast,
'Cause there's no way out until I shout...

Oh Emily, I only love you for your apathy.
How you sell it in your diary.
It's no secret, you can't die if your life's a mystery.
Emily, now you're starving for some sympathy,
And you think you've got it worse than me,
But you'll see that you can't live if your life's a tragedy.