I've spent a lot of time looking for lust
But the only thing I found was a bride
I spent a year or two chasing these hawks
But the last thing that I felt was alive
I spent some nights passed out on the couch
And I guess I'd say that I've survived
I know the feeling of a mouth full of Jack
And I'm amazed I never fell off the plank
I'd like to say it was a war story
Cranking Justice until three AM
But in my old age it wasn't war I waged
And I'm always done by a quarter to ten
And it's all a pretense in these
Masquerades on Saturdays
I've spent a lot of time looking for love
But I found her with her legs in the air
She told me that she'd spent some time in a band
And so she had me in the palm of her hand
Now I'm a rapscallion, a villainous man
But I couldn't shake the sense that I'd met my match
Cause she was bad news and I just couldn't refuse
And I couldn't choke the flames of discontent
And there was no pretense here
Yeah, we're going down
Masquerades on Saturdays
She was a digital love, daft and untamed
And when I saw her in stockings I just couldn't be blamed
But I could hardly speak, yeah, and I could hardly breathe
So I crawled into my bottle to give my soul a slight reprieve