Из альбома: Failure
"Don't break your back for me," she said
Without hesitation
All these things we don't need, and
Two saved up vacations
Well don't you recall mornings spent
Half naked in a fray?
Fighting over money
Wishing we could run away
From washing Saturdays and ironing Tuesdays
From washing Saturdays and ironing Tuesdays
Once we had just one room to share
But now we have many
But I'll work just as hard as if
We didn't have any
Well I'd relive the blunders and
Mistakes that I've made
And sacrifice the precious, useless
Money that I've saved
For washing Saturdays and ironing Tuesdays
For washing Saturdays and ironing Tuesdays
I could have given up hope (and)
We could have split up (but)
Boxes of laundry soap (and)
Babies that spit up
Kept us together
All of these luxuries we have
They're just ornamental
And whether we have them or not
We can still afford to be sentimental
'Bout times that try us, times that make us
Work just to survive
Ties that bind us, and remind us
That we're still alive
From washing Saturdays and ironing Tuesdays
From washing Saturdays and ironing Tuesdays