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​Saturday Night Shakes

This song is by Plague Vendor and appears on the album Bloodsweat (2016).

In the heart of Saturday night
Nothing this wrong felt so right
They say I shouldn't I think I might
It's the thrill of the kill, the feeling inside
Loaded up, washed out, corroded
Forced back, forced down
I've fully thrown it
I wine and dine myself
Take a look in the mirror but I see someone else

It's all right tonight
It's just me and the voices in my head
In my head
In my head

In the heat of the night
I'm scratching like a sick dog
Lonesome under moonlight
In need of medicine
A bottle, a cure
I'm a fiend for a friend
And nothing else can suffice
And it's so hard to keep them satisfied
They say I shouldn't I think I might
Caught in the heart of Saturday night