Just let her walk alone. On blindly through the rain. She likes to think she's turning wise. No one can tell her how. But she crashes every time she flies.
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.
You can tell that I'm a big man in this town. And I'm the king of every street that I walk down. It ain't much to brag about, but it's all mine. From main street to the city limits sign..