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5 Chinese Brothers - Let's Kill Saturday Night lyrics
A dollar I make is a buck I owe And a forty-hour week leaves ten to blow But every game in this town is nickel-and-dime When the sun goes down it feels like the last time Down the main drag we ride with our engines roaring If there's a fire inside, it's the one thing going I got a Mustang loaded I 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 living, it's history Let's kill Saturday night The little man's lot is a prince's life A prince with a lousy job, a prince with a working 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 pounding And brother, this town's gonna go down kicking and shouting CHORUS |
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