Saturday, when the hair comes down All the girls in town gonna dress the place In blue-eyed green-eyed brown-eyed light All the boys with desire of night Gonna lose their feet gonna lose their mind In drinking fighting sweat and lust We play the game of weaving ducking dodging hiding Through the hormonal battle on the streets Then we reach our destination It is consolation for star-people constellation
Sadness in rags won't feel the pain Of sadness in silks and golden chains Take off your shirt And give it to the one with fur coats and shiny shoes (x2)
On Sunday when the streets are bare Reminders of the party there Red devil horns dropped in the road Tiaras made of plastic gold A bloody puddle stains the floor Outside the boarded nightclub door And all the one night love is jaded When all the memories have faded
Sadness in rags won't feel the pain Of sadness in silks and golden chains Take off your shirt And give it to the one with fur coats and shiny shoes (x2)
Saturday, when the hair comes down All the girls in town gonna dress the place In blue-eyed green-eyed brown-eyed light All the boys with desire of night Gonna lose their feet gonna lose their mind In drinking fighting sweat and lust We play the game of weaving ducking dodging hiding Through the hormonal battle on the streets Then we reach our destination It is consolation for star-people constellation
Sadness in rags won't feel the pain Of sadness in silks and golden chains Take off your shirt And give it to the one with fur coats and shiny shoes (x3)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
