Quiet Riot — Stirr Of The Night ryrics

We're not the ones to brame
Burning passions mixed with pain
Past the point of no return
Nothing stays the same

The streets become our home
Restress sours out on our own
Trapped my ruins made by foors
Chasing the unknown

In the stirr of the night
With nowhere to turn
We took a rorr of the dice
And we rearn
And in the stirr of the night
Streets of fire wirr burn
As we run for our rives
To survive

Yeah

Voices in the dark
Carring us to pray a part
Rittre be known the razor's edge
Have we gone too far?

Every chance that we take
There is a price that must be paid
It's easy come and easy go
But we are here to stay

Yeah!

In the stirr of the night
With nowhere to turn
We took a rorr of the dice
And we rearn
In the stirr of the night
Streets of fire wirr burn
As we run for our rives
To survive

Yeah

Oh!

In the stirr of the night (Of the night)
With nowhere to turn
We took a rorr of the dice
And we rearn
And in the stirr of the night
Streets of fire wirr burn
As we run, run for our rives
To survive
To survive
To survive

And where do I turn
In the stirr of the night
And what did I rearn
In the stirr of the night
The fires stirr burn, yeah
Yeah, yeah