Saturday Night (Demo Version)

S-s-s-suddenly, there's a knock at your head
Don't let them in because they're trying to take your TV set
Ha-ha-ha-happiness is a ball in your hand
You've got to try and throw this party just as far as you can
G-g-g-greed and soul is pouring out of my brain
I swear I heard the floorboards, they were creaking your name
G-g-g-get a room, get a hat, get a hat
You're going to hell anyway, let's travel for free

Cut through the city on a Saturday night
Watching the boys on their motorbikes
I wanna be like those guys
I wanna wear my clothes tight
With matching jackets and a pistol in my boots
With new sneakers and a fresh pack of smokes

Post up in your iPhone racks, here's a warning, here's a warning
They're just trying to put the punk back into punk junk
P-p-p-panic over party on, party on
'Cause we are birds of a feather and you could be the fat one

Cut through the city on a Saturday night
Over your head, it's like a satellite
I wanna see what they see
I wanna love you like crazy
With the camera pointed right at your face
And see into your room and outer space

Cut through the city on a Saturday night
It's not the size of the man in the fight
I wanna know what that does
I wanna show what matters
'Cause it's the size of the fight in the man
That makes the difference in the size of the jam
Cut through the city on a Saturday night
'Cause you and me, we're on the edge of a knife
Cut through the city on a Saturday night
I asked your mother and she said it's alright
We'll get married on the third scene
We're gonna do it on your birthday
'Cause I don't wanna waste a moment with you
I just wanna have the whole night through
Cut through the city on a Saturday night
'Cause you and me, we're on the edge of a knife