5 Chinese Brothers - Let's Kill Saturday Night Lyrics
(robbie fulks)A dollar I make is a buck I oweAnd a forty-hour week leaves ten to blowBut every game in this town is nickel-and-dimeWhen the sun goes down it feels like the last timeDown the main drag we ride with our engines roaringIf theres a fire inside, its the one thing goingI got a mustang loadedI got a wrong to rightI got a little red bulletLets kill saturday nightKnock it out of its miseryNail that coffin tightHigh living, its historyLets kill saturday nightThe little mans lot is a princes lifeA prince with a lousy job, a prince with a working wifeSomething in the big frame moved, it never was so hardTo keep a twenty-inch tube and a fenced in yardBut give me one night with the moon high and the radio poundingAnd brother, this towns gonna go down kicking and shoutingChorus