Night Hunting Time - Paul Brady

Drank all of the whiskey

But I still can't get no rest

Brain trapped on a roller coaster

Got a pain in my chest

Cold water on my eyeballs

Send a shiver up my spine

Hit the street in the wee wee hours

This is the night hunting time

Don't know what I'm doing here
Got to get my senses clear

Stumble in off the footpath
Heard the sounds from below
Get accustomed to the darkness
Got to take it real slow
Sweat streaming down my cheekbones
Smoke stinging my eyes
Walls dripping like the jungle
But this ain't no paradise/p>

Struggle up to the counter
Catch the tension in the air
Black Sabbath drive a young boy crazy
This ain't no frivolous affair
Young girl sipping Pernod
Body hunger in her glance
No stopping when it comes to doin'
The Heavy Metal Romance

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