Night Shift - Mickey Avalon

Working the night shift

We got whatever you need

Working the night shift

With the hookers and freaks

Working the night shift

I’m a slave to the streets

Working the night shift

On the A-V-E

Dirty laundry, dirty mind

Dirty money, for a dirty time

For a nickel, for a dime

Straight A students, turned to crime

Stuck in the middle of a rock and a pipe

You might get locked up in the cellar for the rest of your life

A bed and breakfast is depressive when you smoking that ice

And if you ain’t got no protection she won’t put up a fight

Working the night shift

We got whatever you need

Working the night shift

With the hookers and freaks

Working the night shift

I’m a slave to the streets

Working the night shift

On the A-V-E

Broken windows, broken bones

A broken promise, from a broken home

Sold some shatter, sold some lines

Sold her body in record time

Standing on the rooftop ready to jump

And nobody cares 'cause your life’s in the dumps

You could say your prayer to your God up above but you could dance with the

Devil and keep doing your drugs

Working the night shift

We got whatever you need

Working the night shift

With the hookers and freaks

Working the night shift

I’m a slave to the streets

Working the night shift

On the A-V-E