Drunk all the whiskey. But I still canâ€™t get no rest. Brain trapped on a roller coaster. Got a pain in my chest. Cold water on my eyeballs. Send a shiver up my spine. Hit the street in the wee wee hours. This is the night hunting time. . CHORUS:. Donâ€™t know what Iâ€™m doing here. Donâ€™t know what Iâ€™m doing here. Got to get my senses clear. . Stumble in off the footpath. Heard the sounds from below. Get accustomed to the darkness. Got to take it real slow. Sweat streaminâ€™ down my cheekbones. Smoke stinginâ€™ my eyes. Walls drippinâ€™ like the jungle. But this ainâ€™t no paradise. . CHORUS. . Stumble up to the counter. Catch the tension in the air. Black Sabbath drive a young boy crazy. This ainâ€™t no frivolous affair. Young girl sipping Pernod. Budy hunger in her glance. No stoppinâ€™ when it comes to doinâ€™. The Heavy Metal Romance