Saturday
You come alive to see another's end
Yeah, yeah, yeah
You get accustomed to the sound
Don't worry the rain will
Parking lot, a figure come about
Wash the chalk marks from the ground
In 3 to 5 you're on the streets again
You hear a laugh, "It don't mean shit to me"
Hosanna, Hosanna
Yeah, yeah, yeah
One more murder in this town
I can't feel a thing at all
"Take the car, I got a family"
Saturday night, shots ring out
One more murder
Don't mean a thing
Well I can't feel a thing at all
One more murder in this town
I can't feel a thing
Plead it to a lesser count
Add one to the body count
I can't feel a thing
I can't feel a thing at all
Just block off the street and
Hosanna, Hosanna
And drive around
Feel a piece click against your head
Wrap the crime scene tape around
I can't feel a thing at all
And I can't feel a thing at all
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Pleading to his sympathy
Saturday night you're going out
One more murder
D.N.A. says without a doubt
One more murder in this town
In this town
One more murder in this town
