Saturday Night Special Lyrics - Raising Fear - Armored Saint

Yeah two feets they come a creepin' 

Like a black cat do 

And two bodies are laying naked 

Creeper thinks he got nothin' to lose 

So, he creeps up into this house yeah 

And unlocks the door 

And as a man's reaching for his trousers, 

Shoots him full of thirty-eight holes 

It's the Saturday Night Special 

Got a barrel that's so blue and cold 

Ain't good for nothin' 

But put a man six feet in the hole 

Big Jim's been drinkin' whiskey 

And playin' poker on a losin' night 

And pretty soon Ol' Jim starts a-thinkin' 

Somebody been cheatin' and lyin' 

So big Jim commence to fightin' 

I wouldn't tell you no lie 

Big Jim done pull his pistol 

And shot his friend right between the eyes 

It's the Saturday Night Special 

Got a barrel that's so blue and cold 

Ain't good for nothin' 

But put a man six feet in the hole 

I'm gonna tell you what you 

Can do with it too 

Hand guns are made for killin' 

They ain't no good for nothin' else 

And if you like to drink your whiskey 

You might even shoot yourself 

So why don't we dump them people 

To the bottom of the sea 

Before some ol' fool come around here 

Want to shoot either you or me 

It's the Saturday Night Special 

Got a barrel that's so blue and cold 

Ain't good for nothin' 

But put a man six feet in the hole 

It's the Saturday Night Special 

Got a barrel that's so blue and cold 

Ain't good for nothin' 

But put a man six feet in the hole 

Saturday Night Special 

It's the Saturday Night Special 

It's the Saturday Night Special