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
All right
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 d**h's got 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