Saturday Night

I hear the barley calling my name So I put on my best shoes and head down New St. Where the welcome mat hurries me in A pint glass awaits to drown my sins Looking in the windowpane, looking in the glass. Seeing my reflection, seeing my past Sitting at the same bar, playing that same game Drinking that same beer, killing that same pain Well little Mikey was only 16 He's on top of the punk rock scene Rasing his fist for a political fight And he can't do wrong and only a right And his mother can't tell him No one can tell him He wagered this war he's gonna win the fight Thirty years later, still singing for tonight [Chorus] Saturday night, reminisce and renegade. We're on a mission to no submission. The brigade, the youth is on the loose tonight and we shout it out loud! Saturday night! Saturday night! Saturday night! We've got to do it right! Saturday night! Saturday night! Saturday night! Tonight's the night