Текст песни Power Play - Saturday Night

How much I fuckin love
Sweet taste of blood on my lips.
It's a saturday night,
I don't care who's right.

Clenching my fist to you,
I'm here, what you gonna do?
The city's calling and I accept the challenge.
I'll fight you one on one, till your crooked smile's gone.
The street will be the ring for us and your one and only judge.

How much I fucking love
Sweet taste of blood on my lips.
It's a saturday night,
It's time to rid with pressure built inside,
to let it all go