She's supporting him all week, a game of hide and seek.nHe slept with her best friend, on him she can't depend.nBut she still wants him though and so this feeling grows.nThen tempers start to flare, she just drinks and stares.nnAnother weekend warrior, he doesn't know what's wrong with her.nShe's out back by the wheelie bin, throwing up and trying to sing.nHe shouts at her come back inside, mascara streaming from her eyes.nShe spits at him and tries to stand, he slaps her, grabs her by the hand.nDrinks are thrown as anger grows, he raised a fist but then they kiss and tears are wiped away from eyes.nIs this a blessing in disguise?nnIt's a normal Saturday night, the usual Saturday fight.nIt's a normal Saturday night, the usual Saturday fight.nnBeen driving cabs all week, sitting in the same old seat.nTrying to make ends meet, he's got to keep her sweet.nPick up at one o'clock, down by Chicago Rock.nGirl's got sick in her hair, thank God it's the last fayre.nnGets back to the life he drinks, she's standing by the kitchen sink.nShe throws a glass, he dodges past, it smashes on the wall behind.nnIt's a normal Saturday night, the usual Saturday fight.nA normal Saturday night, the usual Saturday fight.nnIt's a normal Saturday night, the usual Saturday fight.nA normal Saturday night, the usual Saturday fight.nnA normal Saturday night, the usual Saturday fight.nA normal Saturday night, the usual Saturday fight.