Testo di 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