Saturday Disaster

Was it the morning after
Or the night before
Potions, pills, powders n’ booze
Invisable, but not bullet-proof
X-rays of the beautiful

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Saturday Disaster
Someone just got murdered
Saturday disaster
Weekends never over

Was it the hair of the dog
Or the fall of the whore?
Pocketfull of fireworks
Smart bomb didn’t hurt
Used rubbers in the dirt

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I worship the quicksand you walk on.