We came dressed like bad ideas
White teeth, black lungs, cheap souvenir hearts
The city said: Grow up
We said: Not tonight

We wear our glory like a bruise
Still fresh, still blue
Same old kids with louder ghosts
Still got something to prove

You kissed my mouth like a warning shot
I laughed like I was bulletproof
We lit the dark with a parking lot spark
And called it telling the truth

If we go down, we go down singing
If it burns, let it burn in tune

We are the Saturday saints
Too young to shut our mouths
Too hurt to settle down
We turn the wreckage loud

We are the Saturday saints
Half halo, half mistake
We love like it might break
And still we never change

Oh-oh, we never change
Oh-oh, we never change

Your lipstick stained the aftershock
My collar and my pride
We made a church out of backseat vows
Then watched it die outside

No silver screen could fake that look
No saint could sell that sin
We were a spark in a gas-soaked room
Just begging to begin

Everybody wants a clean goodbye
But we were born for the mess
Everybody wants a safer life
We only wanted excess

We are the Saturday saints
Too young to shut our mouths
Too hurt to settle down
We turn the wreckage loud

We are the Saturday saints
Half halo, half mistake
We love like it might break
And still we never change

So raise your glass
To the kids who never learned the soft way
To the hearts that hit the wall
And hit back harder

We are the Saturday saints
Still running red lights now
Still saying too much out loud
Still making ruin proud

We are the Saturday saints
No heaven left to fake
No promises to save
Just one more night to take

Oh-oh, one more night to take
Oh-oh, one more night to take