Arms are sometimes shorter than they used to be I try to reach out for some empathy You drank champagne with your enemies I get what is left of your broken glass It's saturday night - It's a cunt hunt One is a crowd You are the artist, I'm in pain you paint It's saturday night - It's a cunt hunt It's white, made out of rice, distilled twice Tons of footsteps, collectors's items Cracking ice and melting hearts Sometimes the crowd is yelling, give you advice (the crowd is wise) Silence sometimes would be nice It's saturday night - It's a cunt hunt One is a crowd You are the artist, I'm in pain you paint It's saturday night - It's a cunt hunt One is a crowd It's white, made out of rice, distilled twice Everything's a reflection of your mood My teeth are filled - every hour - with your ache You shine, I drink my wine, you read my mind One is a crowd, two is a mess - you read my mind It's saturday night - It's a cunt hunt One is a crowd You are the artist, I'm in pain you paint It's saturday night - It's a cunt hunt One is a crowd You are an artist It's a cunt hunt It's a cunt hunt