The Ghosts of Saturday Night

This town is spooky. Nay, insane. So many breeders with the same last name.

I swear I saw a man light a smoke with his thumb.

The maitre d is the scariest of them all, with the almighty power power to yell “last call”.

But if we leave now, we miss out on the weird.

Tonight you’re having fun but tomorrow you’ll be in for a fright. When you get locked up with the ghosts of Saturday night.

This guys no enemy but we surely ain’t friends and when the whisky is over, the tension begins. His cockfighting, toothless grin just begs me to sit.

“Like the old girl?” He speaks about the town and he promises me his girlfriend she ain’t been around. He goes to church on Sunday because he feels the lord owes him a drink.

Tonight you’re having fun but tomorrow you’ll be in for a fright. When you get locked up with the ghosts of Saturday night.

Tonight you’re having fun but tomorrow you’ll be in for a fright. When you get locked up with the ghosts of Saturday night.

Tonight you’re having fun but tomorrow you’ll be in for a fright. When you get locked up with the ghosts of Saturday night.

Your bones will be aching whilst your mind feels sick, as your body is trembling at the thought of it, when you get locked up with the ghosts of Saturday night.