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Subject: Let's Kill Saturday Night by Pinmonkey
Written by Robbie Fulks
Every dollar I make is a buck I owe
And a forty-hour week leaves ten to blow
But every game in this town is just a nickel-and-dime
And when the sun goes down, it feels like the last time
Down on the main drag, we ride the engine's open
If there's a fire inside, that's the one thing goin'
(CHORUS)
I've got the Mustang loaded
I've got a wrong to right
I got a little red bullet
Let's kill Saturday night
Knock it out of its misery
Nail that coffin tight
High livin' - that's history
Let's kill Saturday night
Well the little man's lot is a prince's life
A prince with a lousy job, a prince with a workin' wife
Something in the big frame moved, it never was so hard
To keep a twenty-inch tube and a fenced-in yard
But give me one night with the moon high and the radio poundin'
And, brother, this town is gonna go down a-kickin' and shoutin'
(Repeat chorus twice)
Let's kill Saturday night
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