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Lyrics for 'Lets Kill Saturday Night' by '5 Chinese Brothers'
(robbie Fulks)
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
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