You feel the need
To draw your lines in your box of sand
Condescend on me
Just who are you supposed to be
There's no one out there as fucked as you
The worst of our kind think the way that you do
Your thoughts on equality are nothing new
You think you're better than me that makes me better than you
The promise of your lies
Don't bite the apple and the serpent dies
Your façade full of holes
And I see through them all
In my eyes I can only see
What makes you think you're superior
And you hide
In my eyes I can only see
There is no blood upon your handsNow you gassed her up
Behind the wheel
With your arm around your sweet one
In your Oldsmobile
Barrelin’ down the boulevard
You’re lookin’ for the Heart of Saturday Night
An’ you got paid on Friday
Your pockets a’jinglin’
Then you see the lights
An’ you get all tinglin’
Cuz you’re cruisin’ with a six
An’ you’re lookin’ for the Heart of Saturday Night
Then you comb your hair
You shave your face
Tryin’ to wipe out every trace
Of all the other days
In the week
You know that this will be the Saturday
You’re reachin’ your peak
Stoppin’ on the red
Goin’ on the green
Cuz tonight will be like nothin’ you’ve ever seen
An’ you’re barrelin’ down the boulevard
An’ you’re lookin’ for the Heart of Saturday Night
An’ tell me is it the crack of the pool balls
Neon buzzin’
Telephone's ringin’ it’s your