(This) Perfect Day

The Saints, 1978

Don't talk to me about what you done
Ain't nothing has changed it all goes on
And they'll keep laughing till the end

I've seen them drive around in cars
All look the same get drunk in bars
And don't talk back we got no social rights

Oh perfect day
What more to say?
Don't need no one to tell me what I don't already know

We got no high times always flat
If you go out you don't come back
It's all so funny I can't laugh

Oh perfect day
What more to say?
Don't need no one to tell me what I don't already know

Don't talk to me about what's you done
Ain't nothing has changed it all goes on
And they'll keep laughing till the end

Oh perfect day
What more to say?
I don't need no one to tell me what I don't already know

Don't need nothin'
Don't need no one
I don't need nothin', nothin' at all

Written by Tim James and Antonina Armato