Santana

Drunk all the whiskey
But I still cant 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:
Dont know what Im doing here
Dont know what Im doing here
Got to get my senses clear
Stumble in off the footpath
Heard the sounds from below
Get accustomed to the darkness