TEENAGE BOTTLEROCKET LYRICS

"Dead Saturday"

Death is in the air, something's not alright
I took a peek outside, it was an evil sight
A rotting corpse was eating my neighbor's head
Just like a scene from the living dead

Freaks outside tried to break down my front door
They've had a taste of blood and now they're wanting more

There's a gun in the basement
There's a body on the pavement

Dead Saturday, dead Saturday
Dead Saturday, dead Saturday

Tried to bail but I lost the keys to my car
I've got a feeling that we're not going to get that far

They're coming in through the window
This is not an innuendo

Dead Saturday, dead Saturday
Dead Saturday, dead Saturday
Dead Saturday, dead Saturday
Dead Saturday, dead Saturday

Manifestation, bad vibration
Life cancellation, amputation
They're going to feed on us tonight
Mass annihilation, disintegration
Hazardous mutations, ill communication
They're going to feed on us tonight
Better run for your fucking life

Dead Saturday, dead Saturday
Dead Saturday, dead Saturday
Dead Saturday, dead Saturday
Dead Saturday, dead Saturday

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