Sins of Saturday Night
There's not a bump in the road
As far as I can see
Do you wanna slow down
Or do you wanna dance with me?
There's no turning back, no
Not for pleasure or pain
You can't hit the brakes on
On a runaway train
So let the walls come down in this sleepy old town
We're running out of rules to break
It's a wicked old time when the stars collide
Heaven's gonna have to wait
So come what may, tomorrow we'll pay
In the cold Sunday morning light
But that's a long, long way from the sins of Saturday night
We're a world and a half away
We've got nothing but time
Hell to pay is the last thing on my mind
So bring on the burn
The heat is just right
The song is worth the sorrow
And we're singing it tonight
So let the walls come down in this sleepy old town
We're running out of rules to break
It's a wicked old time when the stars collide
Heaven's gonna have to wait
So come what may, tomorrow we'll pay
In the cold Sunday morning light
But that's a long, long way from the sins of Saturday night
There's not a bump in the road
As far as I can see
So let the walls come down in this sleepy old town
We're running out of rules to break
It's a wicked old time when the stars collide
Heaven's gonna have to wait
So come what may, tomorrow we'll pay
In the cold Sunday morning light
But that's a long, long way from the sins of Saturday night
As far as I can see
Do you wanna slow down
Or do you wanna dance with me?
There's no turning back, no
Not for pleasure or pain
You can't hit the brakes on
On a runaway train
So let the walls come down in this sleepy old town
We're running out of rules to break
It's a wicked old time when the stars collide
Heaven's gonna have to wait
So come what may, tomorrow we'll pay
In the cold Sunday morning light
But that's a long, long way from the sins of Saturday night
We're a world and a half away
We've got nothing but time
Hell to pay is the last thing on my mind
So bring on the burn
The heat is just right
The song is worth the sorrow
And we're singing it tonight
So let the walls come down in this sleepy old town
We're running out of rules to break
It's a wicked old time when the stars collide
Heaven's gonna have to wait
So come what may, tomorrow we'll pay
In the cold Sunday morning light
But that's a long, long way from the sins of Saturday night
There's not a bump in the road
As far as I can see
So let the walls come down in this sleepy old town
We're running out of rules to break
It's a wicked old time when the stars collide
Heaven's gonna have to wait
So come what may, tomorrow we'll pay
In the cold Sunday morning light
But that's a long, long way from the sins of Saturday night
Credits
Writer(s): Gordon Sampson, Alan Doyle
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