If I was alone in the backstreet looking up,
- the lamp starts flickering like a firefly -
and then they came running from the half dark corner of the mind...
I would punch like dynamite
in a knife fight,
for a moment psyched,
right in the heavy stomach of the night.
I just want it to be over,
just want the fears to over.
I would punch like dynamite
in a knife fight,
for a moment psyched,
right in the heavy stomach of tonight.