grey skies and light fading, headlamps making patterns on the wall uptown it's dead now but, out here no one seems to care at all slick girls and sick boys and each one lining up to take it home they hold tight their coin and pray no one has to see the fall i'm there, yeah i serve them, the one with the empty looking eyes come closer, you'll see me: the face that is used to telling lies
saturday nights in neon lights, sunday in the cell pills enough to make me feel ill, cash enough to make me well take me, take me to the riot take me...
you sprung me, i'm grateful i love when you tell me not to speak i owe you but i know you, you'll have me back but it's gonna take a week what now kid?, which way love? will we ever make up and be friends? good news is my shoes is lined with all my nickels and my tens let's do them! just feed me... i hate when i have to go to sleep you despise me and i love you it's not much but it's just enough to keep...
saturday nights in neon lights, sunday in the cell pills enough to make me feel ill, cash enough to make me well take me, take me to the riot and let me stay...
