Robbie Fulks

Let's Kill Saturday Night

Well a dollar I make
Is a buck I owe
And a 40-hour week
Leaves 10 to blow
But every game in this town
Is just a nickel-and-dime
And when the sun goes down
It feels like the last time

So down the main drag we ride with the engines open
If there's a fire inside, it's the one thing going

I've got the Mustang loaded
I've got a wrong to right
I've got a little red bullet
Let's kill Saturday night.
Knock it out of its misery
Nail that coffin tight
High living that's history
Let's kill Saturday night.

Well 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's moved
Oh, it never was so hard
To keep a 20 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.

Well the downtown whores are calling my name, but I'm just walking blind
Yeah the weak and the poor struggle to claim my uncaring mind
These woes of mortal men, these worthless things of the world
Well I don't care and I won't pretend 'cause tonight I'm mad at a girl

Every stranger's face seems like it holds more than it reveals
Every street I pace sparkles with gold, but that's not how it feels
I stand on the river's rim, but I'm not searching for pearls
Just finding a hole as deep as I'm in, 'cause tonight I'm mad at a girl

No, I don't need a close friend's ear, that gut spilling stuff is for squares
And I never go around mirrors, I don't wanna see someone that cares

I've gone miles dodging the blame, torn these soles apart
I've raked my nails over the name that I wear on my heart
And I've swallowed pride enough to make my stomach curl
Yeah tomorrow I'll be begging for love, but tonight I'm mad at a girl