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

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

There is no high like this

Adrenaline nightshift

There is no high like this

Adrenaline nightshift

There is no high like this

Adrenaline nightshift