Saturday Night, Sunday Morning

Do you believe in retribution,
Eye for guilty eye?
Hope that we will die before our due
I can't believe in karma
'Cause I always get away
I know someday we'll pay for what we've done

We'll go out Saturday and then
Sunday morning we'll get saved all over again
And pray that every single metal beam on every bed of every truck is tied down securely enough
To not become projectiles, freeway missiles, breaking windshields

We will get what we deserve
We will get what we deserve
We will get what we deserve