Saturday Night (Lyrics.) Poem by Satan's Sibling

there's 52 ways to murder anyone,
1 and 2 are the same,
And they both work as well,
I'm coming clean for Amy,
Julie doesn't scream as well,
And the cops won't listen to me all night,
So he said,
Maybe, I'll be over,
As soon as I fill them all in.
I can't remember when I saw her last,
We were running around and having a blast.
But the backseat of the drive in,
Is so lonely without you,
I know when you're home,
I was thinking about you,
there was something I forgot to say,
I was fighting on Saturday night.

As the moon becomes the nighttime,
You go viciously, quietly away,
I'm sitting in the bedroom,
Where we used to sit and smoke cigarettes,
Now I'm watching you die.

I can't remember when I saw her last,
We were running around and having a blast.
But the backseat of the drive in,
Is so lonely without you,
I know when you're home,
I was thinking about you,
There was something I forgot to say,
I was fighting on Saturday Night.

I was cruising without you,
They were playing our song,
Fighting on Saturday Night.

Fighting on Saturday Night.