Saturday Nite Is Dead

by Graham Parker and The Rumour

From the album: Squeezing Out Sparks

Duration: 3:19

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Lyrics for Saturday Nite Is Dead

Everybody just looks ugly now Information don't compute I draw a blank every time I think The football crowd has got the game laid boot And Saturday night is dead Saturday night is dead It don't matter what they said You've got to use your own head someday Saturday night is dead Saturday night is dead The ultraviolet light hurts me so It used to be my friend I once knew a good place to go But now it's nowhere like it was then When Saturday night is dead Saturday night is dead It don't matter what they said I'm going to the funeral Sunday Saturday night is dead Saturday night is dead It must have been murder It ain't no accident No, nothing means nothing to me When the clock goes tick, tick, tick in my head Saturday's dead Saturday's dead I looked inside and found a place to hide But there ain't no place I know It's just as well that I'm stupefied It makes it easy It makes it easy To deliver the fatal blow Deliver Deliver Deliver Saturday night is dead Saturday night is dead It don't matter what they said You've got to use your own head someday Saturday night is dead Saturday night is dead Saturday night is dead Saturday night is dead Saturday night is dead Saturday night is dead Saturday night is dead Saturday night is dead Saturday night is dead Saturday night is dead Saturday night is dead Saturday night is dead

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