In the heart of Saturday night Nothing this wrong felt so right They say I shouldn't I think I might It’s the thrill of the kill, the feeling inside Loaded up, washed out, corroded Forced back, forced down I've fully thrown it I wine and dine myself Take a look in the mirror but I see someone else
It’s alright tonight It’s just me and the voices in my head In my head In my head
In the heat of the night I’m scratching like a sick dog Lonesome under moonlight In need of medicine A bottle, a cure I’m a fiend for a friend And nothing else can suffice And its so hard to keep them satisfied They say I shouldn't I think I might CAUGHT IN THE HEART OF SATURDAY NIGHTTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
