Lyric Let s Kill Saturday Night

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