Adrenaline Nightshift

Hitchhiked to hell and back
 Riding the wind
 Waiting for a generation's bonfire to begin
 When the plunder of the poets
 Thunder of a punk's guitar
 Beat life to my body
 Sulking drunk at the back of a bar
 Whoring my heart
 On the wings of a western night
 Busting my guts
 On a riot dose of paradise
 When a red-blooded daughter
 Slowed my gunfire run to rest
 With her blitzkrieg love
 And a roman candle kiss
 There is no high like this
 Adrenaline nightshift
 Hurricane home to crusade alone
 Wounded and thin
 Still waiting for a generation's bonfire to begin
 When I muscle up some money
 I'll rattle the sabre of the streets
 Cause death has no respect for love
 And youth no respect for me
 There is no high like this
 Adrenaline nightshift