The bar near the highway
Where the freaks show up
Even at a certain age
They get tired of acting tough
Saturday city lights
Bringing me down again
When I leave
It's always bloody and too soon
Tell it to the fools who'll listen
Tell it to the moon
All your worries
All your thoughts of a kingdom crude
Tell it to the fools who'll listen
Tell it to the moon
Fifty miles east
There's a woman calling me
Welling me what I wanna hear
With a sorta drunken sneer
Saturday city lights
Bringing me down again
Keeping me away
From the town and all her friends
The streets are so empty
I'm only hitting pale dead ends
Saturday city lights
Bringing me down again
When I leave
It's always bloody and too soon
Tell it to the fools who'll listen
Tell it to the moon
All your worries
All your thoughts of a kingdom crude
Tell it to the fools who'll listen
Tell it to the moon
The Widowers - Saturday City Lights Lyrics
The Widowers - Saturday City Lights Lyrics
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The bar near the highway
Where the freaks show up
Even at a certain age
They get tired of acting tough
Saturday city lights
Bringing me down again
When I leave
It's always bloody and too soon
Tell it to the fools who'll listen
Tell it to the moon
All your worries
All your thoughts of a kingdom crude
Tell it to the fools who'll listen
Tell it to the moon
Fifty miles east
There's a woman calling me
Welling me what I wanna hear
With a sorta drunken sneer
Saturday city lights
Bringing me down again
Keeping me away
From the town and all her friends
The streets are so empty
I'm only hitting pale dead ends
Saturday city lights
Bringing me down again
When I leave
It's always bloody and too soon
Tell it to the fools who'll listen
Tell it to the moon
All your worries
All your thoughts of a kingdom crude
Tell it to the fools who'll listen
Tell it to the moon
Where the freaks show up
Even at a certain age
They get tired of acting tough
Saturday city lights
Bringing me down again
When I leave
It's always bloody and too soon
Tell it to the fools who'll listen
Tell it to the moon
All your worries
All your thoughts of a kingdom crude
Tell it to the fools who'll listen
Tell it to the moon
Fifty miles east
There's a woman calling me
Welling me what I wanna hear
With a sorta drunken sneer
Saturday city lights
Bringing me down again
Keeping me away
From the town and all her friends
The streets are so empty
I'm only hitting pale dead ends
Saturday city lights
Bringing me down again
When I leave
It's always bloody and too soon
Tell it to the fools who'll listen
Tell it to the moon
All your worries
All your thoughts of a kingdom crude
Tell it to the fools who'll listen
Tell it to the moon
Writer: Matthew Sigur
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