Watchmen lyrics
Watchmen lyrics
"Heart of Saturday Night by Tom Waits Lyrics"
Looking For) The Heart of Saturday Night
by Tom Waits
Well you gassed her up
Behind the wheel
With your arm around your sweet one
In your Oldsmobile
Barrelin' down the boulevard
You're looking for the heart of Saturday night
And you got paid on Friday
And your pockets are jinglin'
And you see the lights
You get all tinglin' cause you're cruisin' with a 6
And you're looking for the heart of Saturday
Eyesight to the Blind (The Hawker) Lyrics
You talk about your woman I wish you could see mine, You talk about your woman I wish you could see mine, Every time she starts to lovin' She brings eyesight to the blind. You know her daddy gave her
nightYou talk about your woman I wish you could see mine, You talk about your woman I wish you could see mine, Every time she starts to lovin' She brings eyesight to the blind. You know her daddy gave her
Then you comb your hair
Shave your face
Tryin' to wipe out ev'ry trace
All the other days
In the week you know that this'll be the Saturday
You're reachin' your peak
Stoppin' on the red
You're goin' on the green
'Cause tonight'll be like nothin'
You've ever seen
And you're barrelin' down the boulevard
Lookin' for the heart of Saturday night
Tell me is the crack of the poolballs, neon buzzin?
Rusland: Pavlov Lyrics
Ik maak het veel te bont Ik lijk welhaast behekst Zoals ik te gezond Het vrouwelijk schoon bekijk Verre van relaxed Loer ik naar elke kont Ik ben knap oversekst Een heet konijn gelijk Omda
Is it the barmaid that's smilin' from the corner of her eye?
Magic of the melancholy tear in your eye.
Makes it kind of quiver down in the core
'Cause you're dreamin' of them Saturdays that came before
And now you're stumblin' Well you gassed her up
And you're behind the wheel
With your arm around your sweet one
In your Oldsmobile,
Barrellin' down the boulevard,
You're lookin' for the heart of
Insane Clown Posse (ICP)-Halls of Illusions Lyrics
Insane Clown Posse (ICP) Halls of Illusions To see what could've, and should've, and would've been real, But you had to fuck up the whole deal. Let's take a walk down
Saturday nightInsane Clown Posse (ICP) Halls of Illusions To see what could've, and should've, and would've been real, But you had to fuck up the whole deal. Let's take a walk down
Is the crack of the poolballs, neon buzzin?
Telephone's ringin'; it's your second cousin
And the barmaid is smilin' from the corner of her eye
Magic of the melancholy tear in your eye.
Makes it kind of special down in the core
And you're dreamin' of them Saturdays that came before
It's found you stumblin'
Stumblin' onto the heart of Saturday night
And you're stumblin'
Stumblin onto the heart of Saturday night