| Song | Saturday - Extended Mix |
| Artist | Chris Prime |
| Album | Sideways House |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Vocal:Fall Out Boy | |
| I'm good to go | |
| And I'm going nowhere fast | |
| It could be worse | |
| It could be taking you there with me | |
| I'm good to go | |
| But it looks like I'm still on my own | |
| I'm good to go | |
| For something golden | |
| Though the motions I've been going through have failed | |
| And I'm coasting on potential towards a wall | |
| At a 100 miles an hour | |
| When I say | |
| Two more weeks | |
| My foot is in the door (yeah) | |
| I can't sleep | |
| In the wake of Saturday (Saturday) | |
| Saturday | |
| When these open doors were open-ended | |
| Saturday | |
| When these open doors were open-ended | |
| Pete and I attacked the laws of Astoria | |
| with promise and precision and mess of youthful innocence | |
| And I read about the afterlife | |
| But I never really lived more than an hour (more than an hour) | |
| When I say | |
| Two more weeks | |
| My foot is in the door (yeah) | |
| I can't sleep | |
| In the wake of Saturday (Saturday) | |
| Saturday | |
| When these open doors were open-ended | |
| Saturday | |
| When these open doors were open-ended | |
| And I read about the afterlife | |
| But I never really lived | |
| And I read about the afterlife | |
| But I never really lived | |
| Two more weeks | |
| My foot is in the door | |
| Me and Pete | |
| In the wake of Saturday | |
| Saturday | |
| When these open doors were open-ended | |
| Saturday | |
| When these open doors were open-ended | |
| Saturday | |
| Saturday |
| Vocal: Fall Out Boy | |
| I' m good to go | |
| And I' m going nowhere fast | |
| It could be worse | |
| It could be taking you there with me | |
| I' m good to go | |
| But it looks like I' m still on my own | |
| I' m good to go | |
| For something golden | |
| Though the motions I' ve been going through have failed | |
| And I' m coasting on potential towards a wall | |
| At a 100 miles an hour | |
| When I say | |
| Two more weeks | |
| My foot is in the door yeah | |
| I can' t sleep | |
| In the wake of Saturday Saturday | |
| Saturday | |
| When these open doors were openended | |
| Saturday | |
| When these open doors were openended | |
| Pete and I attacked the laws of Astoria | |
| with promise and precision and mess of youthful innocence | |
| And I read about the afterlife | |
| But I never really lived more than an hour more than an hour | |
| When I say | |
| Two more weeks | |
| My foot is in the door yeah | |
| I can' t sleep | |
| In the wake of Saturday Saturday | |
| Saturday | |
| When these open doors were openended | |
| Saturday | |
| When these open doors were openended | |
| And I read about the afterlife | |
| But I never really lived | |
| And I read about the afterlife | |
| But I never really lived | |
| Two more weeks | |
| My foot is in the door | |
| Me and Pete | |
| In the wake of Saturday | |
| Saturday | |
| When these open doors were openended | |
| Saturday | |
| When these open doors were openended | |
| Saturday | |
| Saturday |
| Vocal: Fall Out Boy | |
| I' m good to go | |
| And I' m going nowhere fast | |
| It could be worse | |
| It could be taking you there with me | |
| I' m good to go | |
| But it looks like I' m still on my own | |
| I' m good to go | |
| For something golden | |
| Though the motions I' ve been going through have failed | |
| And I' m coasting on potential towards a wall | |
| At a 100 miles an hour | |
| When I say | |
| Two more weeks | |
| My foot is in the door yeah | |
| I can' t sleep | |
| In the wake of Saturday Saturday | |
| Saturday | |
| When these open doors were openended | |
| Saturday | |
| When these open doors were openended | |
| Pete and I attacked the laws of Astoria | |
| with promise and precision and mess of youthful innocence | |
| And I read about the afterlife | |
| But I never really lived more than an hour more than an hour | |
| When I say | |
| Two more weeks | |
| My foot is in the door yeah | |
| I can' t sleep | |
| In the wake of Saturday Saturday | |
| Saturday | |
| When these open doors were openended | |
| Saturday | |
| When these open doors were openended | |
| And I read about the afterlife | |
| But I never really lived | |
| And I read about the afterlife | |
| But I never really lived | |
| Two more weeks | |
| My foot is in the door | |
| Me and Pete | |
| In the wake of Saturday | |
| Saturday | |
| When these open doors were openended | |
| Saturday | |
| When these open doors were openended | |
| Saturday | |
| Saturday |