Yeah two feets they come a creepin'
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Like a black cat do
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And two bodies are laying naked
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Creeper thinks he got nothin' to lose
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So, he creeps up into this house yeah
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And unlocks the door
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And as a man's reaching for his trousers,
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Shoots him full of thirty-eight holes
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It's the Saturday Night Special
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Got a barrel that's so blue and cold
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Ain't good for nothin'
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But put a man six feet in the hole
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Big Jim's been drinkin' whiskey
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And playin' poker on a losin' night
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And pretty soon Ol' Jim starts a-thinkin'
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Somebody been cheatin' and lyin'
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So big Jim commence to fightin'
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I wouldn't tell you no lie
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Big Jim done pull his pistol
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And shot his friend right between the eyes
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It's the Saturday Night Special
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Got a barrel that's so blue and cold
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Ain't good for nothin'
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But put a man six feet in the hole
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I'm gonna tell you what you
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Can do with it too
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Hand guns are made for killin'
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They ain't no good for nothin' else
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And if you like to drink your whiskey
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You might even shoot yourself
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So why don't we dump them people
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To the bottom of the sea
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Before some ol' fool come around here
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Wanna shoot either you or me
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It's the Saturday Night Special
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Got a barrel that's so blue and cold
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Ain't good for nothin'
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But put a man six feet in the hole
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It's the Saturday Night Special
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Got a barrel that's so blue and cold
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Ain't good for nothin'
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But put a man six feet in the hole
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Saturday Night Special
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It's the Saturday Night Special
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It's the Saturday Night Special
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Saturday Night Special
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Armored Saint |