

(mhhhh-hmmmm) Saturday sunset, the neon's starting to glow
I got a pocket of cash and nowhere else to go
Line them up heavy,
pouring fuel on the spark Yeah,
we're looking for trouble right after dark
(watch out) Saturday night
I'm drinking at the bar Starting up a fight
under a falling star
Sunday morning I'm down on my knees to pray Then Monday morning
it's back to the grind and the pay
Sunday morning chapel, trying to clear my head
Thinking 'bout the words that the preacher man said
Lord forgive the knuckles,
forgive the broken glass
Help me make this peace and quiet last (hallelujah) Saturday night
I'm drinking at the bar Starting up a fight
under a falling star
Sunday morning I'm down on my knees to pray Then Monday morning
it's back to the grind and the pay
Monday morning clocking in
Counting down 'til the weekend begins again
Yeah, 'til it starts again