White Knuckle Grip

Written down on burning paper Some words just do not rhyme We're dealing with fire either way Driving these streets in squandered time Angel protect the vision Picture show to slow it down I am ill from too much honey As the bees, they buzz around It might have been a Cadillac Yeah, maybe a Lincoln I've seen it from the rear view I just couldn't get a clear view I got a white knuckle grip on my White knuckle grip on my White knuckle grip on my Saturday night, yeah I'm gonna dance this town to ruins Stood close hell fire barbed wire Come on boy, come up with somethin' Or go home, go home with nothin' Worse for the wear, out here in the fray I'm takin' the heavy way, takin' the heavy way The landscape of Saturday night Get a grip and make it tight Father, guide me with your eye It might have been a Cadillac Or maybe a Lincoln I've seen through the rear view Could not get a clear view Got a white knuckle grip on your Saturday night