American Night - The Bruisers

High stung tension an American Night

Can’t find a friend and it don’t seem right

Want to rip through every face I see

Cause I’m standing here and they don’t see me

Just walking down the street, couldn’t hear a sound

Just the pounding of my hard boots on the ground

Hands in pockets and my coats done up tight

I’m the one you never see in the American Night

Anything you want it’s all right here

A fist and a boot and plenty of beer

The American Night

Walk into the bar for another warm beer

Faces talking at me but I don’t hear

Had to leave the place before I got served

Before I gave those bastards what they deserved

There’s trouble in the air and I’m not far behind

If it’s trouble they want then it’s trouble they’ll find

Hanging out the window and looking for a fight

Won’t be a victim of the American Night

Anything you want it’s all right here

A fist and a boot and plenty of beer

The American Night