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   'Cos im standing here and they don't see me   Just walking down the street, couldn't hear a sound   Just the punding 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      Chorus         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 wnt, then it's trouble they'll find   Hangin' out the window and looking for a fight   Won't be a victim of the American Night