Moshin' In The Nite Songtext / Lyric

Litza's teeth tear the cork from the wine

His hunger is so visible now

The sight of this guy makes me insane

Let him go faster - I will stop shaking

The iron dogs of the city arrive together

They are excited and ready to mosh

Glass-eyed corpses will fall down tonight

They will be out and the new will come

Yeah, scream of axes, such a noisy party

Don't preach to me here, about my situation

Yeah lanky guys are droppin' dead now

There'll be a ton of puke - just one of the attractions

Reinforcements are comin' - I'm defendin' myself

I won't drop so fast, surrender to no one

I'm losing my fingers in her appetising shame

No, not this week, I'm not comin' home!

An iron dog of the city, a never sober thrasher

He's haulin', oh, a big sack of joy

The crew's defendin' him, rollin' orbits

This night, just like the last, some of the guests will drop down

The orange sun pulls me out of it, oh well

There's no talkin' about any overdose

A "Red Barchetta" is flyin' through my ears

I'm waitin' patiently for a new sack of joy, joy!

It is hittin' us - Adrenalines kick

And we are not guilty in this situation

Litza's greedy jaw is lookin' for the foe

Our bangin' heads are harder than a rock.