Late Night Street Fight Blue Öyster Cult

Burning up an alley, there's a face down there
Shiver up my spine 'cause I'm feeling his stare
There stands a man just a little undone
Back from breaking rocks in the sun
Got me on the run from a barrel of his gun
Oh no, no, no, no

Tension in the air as I hit the ground
Shots ring out with a ricochet sound

Late night street fight
Something's not right
Late night street fight
Something's not right

Dogs barking at me as the trash cans fly
Foam on his teeth with blood in his eye
There stands a man, revolver in his hand
Straightens his backbone like a tombstone
Meanest son of a gun under the sun
Oh no, no, no, no

Jumped through the air at the gunman's throat
Tear up his face and that's all she wrote

Late night street fight
Something's not right
Late night street fight
Something's not right