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Armored Saint Raising Fear Saturday Night Special Yeah two feets they come a creepin' Like a black cat do And two bodies are laying naked Creeper thinks he got nothin' to lose So, he creeps up into this house yeah And unlocks the door And as a man's reaching for his trousers, Shoots him full of thirty-eight holes It's the saturday night special Got a barrel that's so blue and cold Ain't good for nothin' But put a man six feet in the hole Big jim's been drinkin' whiskey And playin' poker on a losin' night And pretty soon ol' jim starts a-thinkin' Somebody been cheatin' and lyin' So big jim commence to fightin' I wouldn't tell you no lie Big jim done pull his pistol And shot his friend right between the eyes It's the saturday night special Got a barrel that's so blue and cold Ain't good for nothin' But put a man six feet in the hole I'm gonna tell you what you Can do with it too Hand guns are made for killin' They ain't no good for nothin' else And if you like to drink your whiskey You might even shoot yourself So why don't we dump them people To the bottom of the sea Before some ol' fool come around here Wanna shoot either you or me It's the saturday night special Got a barrel that's so blue and cold Ain't good for nothin' But put a man six feet in the hole It's the saturday night special Got a barrel that's so blue and cold Ain't good for nothin' But put a man six feet in the hole Saturday night special It's the saturday night special It's the saturday night special |
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