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A | B | C | D | E | F | G | H | I | J | K | L | M | N | O | P | Q | R | S | T | U | V | W | X | Y | Z Let's Kill Saturday Night (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 CHORUS More lyrics:
Against The World lyrics
Sadness lyrics
Entre las dos y las tres (Saeta) lyrics
It's More Fun To Compute lyrics
Across The Universe lyrics
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