J.M. Clifford - On a Saturday Night
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It’s too damn hot for a cold sweat
Honey can we step outside
Cuz I’m burning up like a Diamond Match
Under these neon lights
I can’t give it one more minute
Something don’t feel right

Cuz the Lord knows ain’t nobody home
On a Saturday night
Lord knows ain’t nobody home
On a Saturday night

Soul music, old friends
Long lost walk in the rain
4am in a broke down bar
And another line of cocaine
I don’t need your symphathy
But a warm body would be nice

Lord knows ain’t nobody home
On a Saturday night
Lord knows ain’t nobody home
On a Saturday night

Oh the sky’s on fire
Oh the sky’s on fire

6am on 7th ave
Everything’s a shade of red
The drummer lays into the downbeat
On a loop inside my head
Take a deep breath
And I’m counting my steps
Just trying to stay out of the light

Lord knows ain’t nobody home
On a Saturday night
Lord knows ain’t nobody home
On a Saturday night
Lord knows ain’t nobody home
On a Saturday night