Drunk all 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 CHORUS: Don't know what I'm doing here 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 streamin' down my cheekbones Smoke stingin' my eyes Walls drippin' like the jungle But this ain't no paradise CHORUS Stumble 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 Budy hunger in her glance No stoppin' when it comes to doin' The Heavy Metal Romance CHORUS
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