Long been waiting for the midnight catch a little piece of the madness You could never touch it with your boring Gonna give a little cheap thrill
The you want to spend on the fire of desire That you there Change it all around from your day Gonna give yourself a treat
Get down and know, no heart and no soul You wander the place, no less, make it up And gonna take us down, we'll make it to hell
Long been running to the midnight try a little piece of the truck stop A dive little in a nowhere place gonna make a little deal today
You your car by the phone booth You sit and for the buyer A chrome gun flashes in your face Your habit gonna take your life
No down and no up,no bucks, fresh out of Only my days, oh the games up Don't want to forward, the pain of breaking You want the sinking to find you, You run You hide night, broke and thinkin' What things to sell, going to steal
Long been running from the place Gonna a little piece of debris You can never hush it, that chunk of past Gonna keep it all away
'Cause the time you try again going to Sink the madness You can touch it, that piece of a thrill You got to keep it all hidden
No down and no up, you're fresh out of No and no soul, oh no The place, no less, no more, no less, no taking to hell, taking to hell Taking to hell, us to hell