Nightrain

(альбом: Appetite For Destruction - 1987)

Loaded like a freight train
Flying like an aeroplane
Feeling like a space brain
One more time tonight

Well, I'm a west coast struttin
One bad mother(fucker)
Got a rattlesnake suitcase under my arm
Said, I'm a mean machine, been drinking gasoline
And, honey, you can make my motor hum
Well, I got one chance left in a nine lives cat
I got a dog eat dog sly smile
I got a Molotov cocktail with a match, to-go
I smoke my cigarette with style
And I can tell you, honey, you can make my money tonight
Wake up late, honey, put on your clothes
An' take your credit card to the liquor store
An' that's one for you, and two for me by tonight

I'll be loaded like a freight train
Flying like an aeroplane
Feeling like a space brain
One more time tonight

I'm on the nightrain, bottoms up
I'm on the nightrain, fill my cup
I'm on the nightrain, ready to crash and burn, I never learn
I'm on the nightrain, I love that stuff
I'm on the nightrain, an' I can never get enough
I'm on the nightrain, never to return, no

Loaded like a freight train
Flying like an aeroplane
Speeding like a space brain
One more time tonight

I'm on the nightrain, an' I'm looking for some
I'm on the nightrain, so I can leave this slum
I'm on the nightrain, an' I'm ready to crash and burn
Nightrain, bottoms up
I'm on the nightrain, fill my cup
I'm on the nightrain, ah, ah, ah, whoa yeah
I'm on the nightrain, love that stuff
I'm on the nightrain, an' I can never get enough
Riding the nightrain, I guess I, I guess, I guess, I guess, I never learn
On the nightrain, float me home
Oh, I'm on the nightrain
Riding the nightrain, never to return
Nightrain