got a bottle of whisky by my side
it's the only thing keeping me alive
i got a pack of cigarettes
and trouble on my mind
i got my radio cranked and the blues are jammin'
i'm gettin' numb with every shot i'm slammin'
but it's just another dead end saturday night

it's another dead end saturday night
that goes on and on no end in sight
just another dead end saturday night
but the whisky i'm drinking will make it alright

stumble to the bathroom, look in the mirror
hopin' to see things a little bit clearer
but the lines on my face
are deeper than they were yesterday
searchin' my eyes for somethin' to remind me
of the fire that used to burn so hot inside of me
but all i find is a dead end saturday night

it's another dead end saturday night
that goes on and on no end in sight
just another dead end saturday night
but the whisky i'm drinking will make it alright

i'm knocked down, drug down, run down and lonely
but i'll keep drinkin' 'cuz it's the only
way i know
i'll make it to the morning light
i'll smoke all my cigarettes and drink up my booze
go lookin' for a fight 'cuz i ain't go nothin' to lose
on another dead end saturday night

it's another dead end saturday night
that goes on and on no end in sight
just another dead end saturday night
but the whisky i'm drinking will make it alright

i'll wake up in the mornin' with a pounding in my head
wishin' to God that i had woke up dead
but i won't give a damn
'cuz i know i'm gonna do it again
i'll grab a pack of cigarettes and turn on the blues
even if it takes a bottle or two
i'm gonna make it through another dead end sunday night

it's another dead end sunday night
that goes on and on no end in sight
just another dead end sunday night
but the whisky i'm drinking will make it alright

06/01/1988

Author's Note: 18, heartbroken, far away from home

Posted on 10/27/2006
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