Reckless Nights

They said you'd better watch your back, boy, you've made some enemies

 He never heeded their advice; his pride is all he sees

 He puts on his leather and heads out to make the night his own

 The wild wind and whiskey put hellfire in his bones

 Brass knuckles and a switchblade are his only company

 The skyline fades to black and the wind howls through the trees

 He hears footsteps behind him and his heart begins to sink

 It sounds like five or more and they come quickly, so he thinks

 He walks a little faster but the group just follows suit

 He hears sinister laughter amongst the scraping of their boots

 He breaks into a run but finds a dead end of closed gates

 He grits his teeth and turns around to accept his fate

 He sees five leering faces like demons come to collect

 Not a second's passed before he swings and he connects

 Brass knuckles from his pocket have made four where once stood five

 And his shiny blade lashes out leaving one more barely alive

 The three who now remain fall in and drag our hero down

 Fists and chains and bludgeons crush him into the cold wet ground

 Blood now fills his mouth and dreams of angels fill his mind

 The beating still goes on but he's left his body far behind

 For the first time in his short life as he dies he is afraid

 He died without redemption and he'll have no angel's serenade

Reckless nights, it just ain't right, but to get by you have to fight

You had to fight, it just ain't right, this is your final reckless night