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