
Sencillo / Pista
Roll on through Saturday night
Roll on through Saturday night
Roll on through Saturday night
Roll on through Saturday night
She sat there lookin’ glassy-eyed, painting her nails
Ev’ry toenail a different color
The walls were painted a bright yellow
And the room reflected the night club’s neon lights
There was a murder in the papers
And she put on some blood-red lipstick
Then she went outside, out on the streets
Walking with head turned back
The circuit lines looked like tightropes
High over hell
The clouds of heaven above
And the violent street with rain, dirt and blood underneath
She heard bells, shouts and laughter from far off
Searchlights went across the sky
And the construction works looked like new-made graves
With skyscraper-stones
Roll on through Saturday night
Roll on through Saturday night
Roll on through Saturday night
Roll on through Saturday night
She saw long black limousines
And the rich ladies in full dress
An old bum was lying on the side-walk
And she thought about the reasons for his failure
Then she saw a man gazing at her with sparkling eyes
And bad things happened after that
The stranger followed her through the crooked streets
Under the thin curve of a new moon
She said a silent prayer and closed her eyes tight
While he was holding her by her bare waist
After a groan of anguish and lust he took his fingers off her throat
And rolled away from her
Some heart-shaped leaves were all that remained in motion
On the quiet street corner
The clock moved steadily toward closing time
And there was a murder in the Sunday papers
Roll on through Saturday night
Roll on through Saturday night
Roll on through Saturday night
Roll on through Saturday night
Roll on through Saturday night
Roll on through Saturday night
Roll on through Saturday night
Roll on through Saturday night