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Hitchhiked to hell and backRiding the windWaiting for a generation's bonfire to beginWhen the plunder of the poetsThunder of a punk's guitarBeat life to my bodySulking drunk at the back of a barWhoring my heartOn the wings of a western nightBusting my gutsOn a riot dose of paradiseWhen a red-blooded daughterSlowed my gunfire run to restWith her blitzkrieg loveAnd a roman candle kissThere is no high like thisAdrenaline nightshiftHurricane home to crusade aloneWounded and thinStill waiting for a generation's bonfire to beginWhen I muscle up some moneyI'll rattle the sabre of the streetsCause death has no respect for loveAnd youth no respect for meThere is no high like thisAdrenaline nightshift From Letras Mania