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Oh wowow….x 7 THUNDER ! Oh wowow…THUNDER x 6 THUNDER…Brian Johnson THUNDER THUNDER…Brian Johnson THUNDER I was caught…in the middle of a railroad track, THUNDER I looked round…and I knew there was no turnin' back THUNDER My mind raced…and I thought what could I do ? THUNDER And I knew there was no help…no help from you! THUNDER Sound of the drums….beatin' in my heart, The thunder of guns…yeah…tore me apart, You've been… THUNDERSTRUCK! Rode down the highway…broke forgiveness We hit the town…went through to Texas, Yeah Texas..and we had some fun! We've had some girls…some dancers who gave us good times, Broke all the rules…played all the fools, Yeah..yeah..they..they…they blew our minds! Now we're shakin' at the knees, Could I come again…please? Yeah the ladies watched us came, You've been…THUNDERSTRUCK! THUNDERSTRUCK! Yeah…yeah…yeah…THUNDERSTRUCK! Oooh…THUNDERSTRUCK! YEAH ! Now we're shakin' at the knees, Could I come again…please? (Guitar riff) Oh wowow…..x4 THUNDERSTRUCK…THUNDERSTRUCK, Yeah…yeah…yeah! THUNDERSTRUCK! THUNDERSTRUCK! Sayin' yeah…its alright, We're doin fine, Yeah…its alright We're doin' fine…fine…fine, THUNDERSTRUCK! |
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All you women who want a man of the street, Don't know which way you wanna turn, Just keep coming and put your hand out to me, 'Cause I'm the one who's gonna make you burn, I'm gonna take you down, Down, down, down, So don't you fool around, I'm gonna pull it, pull it, Pull the trigger, Shoot to thrill, play to kill, Too many women, too many pills, yeah, Shoot to thrill, play to kill, I got my gun at the ready, gonna fire at will, I'm like evil, I get under your skin, Just like a bomb that's ready to blow, 'Cause I'm illegal, I got everything, That all you women might need to know, I'm gonna take you down, Yeah, down, down, down, So don't you fool around, I'm gonna pull it, pull it, Pull the trigger, Shoot to thrill, play to kill, Too many women, too many pills, yeah, Shoot to thrill play to kill, I got my gun at the ready, gonna fire at will, 'Cause I shoot to thrill and I'm ready to kill, I can't get enough and I can't get my fill, Shoot to thrill play to kill, yeah, Pull the trigger, pull it, Pull it, pull it, Pull the trigger, (Guitar Solo) Oh, Shoot to thrill, play to kill, Too many women, too many pills, Shoot to thrill, play to kill I got my gun at the ready, gonna fire at will, 'Cause I shoot to thrill and I'm ready to kill I can't get enough and I can't get my fill, 'Cause I shoot to thrill, play to kill, Yeah, Shoot you down, yeah, I'm gonna get you down on the bottom, girl, Shoot you, I'm gonna shoot you, Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm gonna shoot you down, yeah, yeah, I'm gonna get you down, down, down, down, down, Shoot you, shoot you, shoot you, shoot you down, Shoot you, shoot you, shoot you down, I'm... I'm... I'm... I'm... I'm... I'm..., I'm gonna shoot to thrill, Play to kill, Shoot to... thrill, Oh yeah, |
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A Rollin' rock, Electric shock She gives a lickin' that doesn't stop [That don't stop] She line 'em up, Push you 'round Smokin' rings going round and round Her hot potatoes Will elevate you Her bad behavior Will leave you standing proud CHORUS: hard as a rock [I'm hard as a rock] Hard as a rock Harder than a rock [Well it's harder than a rock] Hard as a rock Harder than a rock [Well it's harder than a rock] The lightnin' rod, Strike it hot Gonna hit you like a Rushmore rock [It's gonna hit you like a Rushmore rock] No nicotine, and no pipe dreams So low and dirty it's darn right mean Hell elevator I'll see you later [Yeah, sooner or later] no I ain't gonna take it I'm busting out [Listen, I'm busting out] Chorus yea Hard as a rock Harder than a rock Hard as a rock yea I'm getting harder yeah yeeeeeeeeaahh! harder than a rock Well I'm harder than a rock Hard as a rock Baby I'm harder than a rock Hard as a rock Well it's harder than a rock hard as a rock Yeah it's harder than a rock yeah hard as a rock well I'm harder than a rock hard as a rock yes I'm harder, harder, harder, harder than a rock. |
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Well I was out on a drive On a bit of a trip Lookin' for thrills To give me some kicks Now I warn you ladies I shoot from the hip I was born with a stiff Stiff Upper Lip Like a dog in a howl I bite everything And im big and i know And I'll ball your thing I keep a stiff upper lip And I shoot from the hip (x2) Well I'm working it out And I've done everything And I can't reform...no Can you feel my sting? I keep a stiff upper lip And I shoot from the hip (x2) [SOLO] Well I'm out on the prowl And I'll ball your thing I've got the teeth that'll bite you Can you feel my sting? I keep a stiff upper lip And I shoot from the hip (x2) I got a Stiff Upper Lip (x11) And I shoot And I shoot Shoot from the hip! |
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We roll tonight [We're on tonight] To the guitar bite Yeah, yeah, oh Stand up and be counted For what you are about to receive We are the dealers We'll give you everything you need Hail hail to the good times 'Cause rock has got the right of way We ain't no legend, ain't no cause We're just livin' for today For those about to rock, we salute you For those about to rock, we salute you We rock at dawn on the front line Like a bolt right out of the blue The sky's alight with the guitar bite Heads will roll and rock tonight For those about to rock, we salute you For those about to rock, we salute you For those about to rock, we salute you Yes we do For those about to rock, we salute you Oooh, we salute! Oooh, ooooh yeah We're just a battery for hire with a guitar fire Ready and aimed at you Pick up your balls and load up your cannon For a twenty-one gun salute For those about to rock - fire We salute you For those about to rock, we salute you Those about to rock - fire We salute you Fire We salute you We salute you Come on, whooa For those about to rock, we salute you For those about to rock, we salute you For those about to rock, we salute you For those about to rock, we salute you Shoot, shoot Shoot, shoot For those of you, for those who rock Yeah (Ain't gonna get tired, won't take a break, we salute you.) We salute you We salute you We salute you |
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You're workin in bars, ridin in cars
Never gonna give it for free Your apartment with a view On the finest avenue Lookin at your beat on the street You're always pushin, shovin Satisfied with nothing You bitch you must be gettin old So stop your love on the road All your diggin for gold You make me wonder Yes I wonder I wonder Honey, what do you do for money Honey, what do you do for money How do ya get your kicks? You're ridin on the take and you're always on the make Squeezin all the blood out of men They're standin in a queue just to spend the night wth you It's business as usual again You're always grabbin, stabbin Tryin to get it back but girl you must be gettin slow So stop your love on the road All your diggin for gold You make me wonder Yes I wonder Yes I wonder Honey, what do you do for money Honey, what do you do for money What do you do for money honey? How do you get your kicks? What do you do for money honey? How do you get your licks? What you gonna do? Aw what you gonna do? |
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Back in black, I hit the sack, It's been too long I'm glad to be back, Yes, I'm let loose, From the noose, That's kept me hanging around. I'm just looking at the sky 'Cause it's gettin' me high Forget the hearse, 'cause I'll never die I got nine lives Cat's Eyes Abusin' every one of them and running wild CHORUS: 'Cause I'm back Yes, I'm back oooh... I'm back now, Yes, I'm back oooh, I'm back.... back back in black (Well) I'm back in black! Back in the back Of a Cadillac Number one with a bullet, I'm a power pack Yes I'm in a bang With a gang They've got to catch me if they want me to hang Cause I'm down on the track And I'm beatin' the pack Nobody's gonna get me on another rap So look at me now I'm just makin' my pay Dont try to push your luck just get out of my way CHORUS 'Cos, I'm back, Yes I'm back. oooh, I'm back now, yes, I'm back! oooh, I'm back....back...now Back in black, Well, I'm back in black..... Angus solo.......... Oooh.... yeah Ohh yeah Yes I am Oooh yeah, yeah Oh yeah Back in now Well I'm back, I'm back Back, I'm back Back, I'm back Back, I'm back Back, I'm back Back Back in black Yes I'm back in black |
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She makes the place a jumpin'
The way she moves around She like a rump and rollin' That's when she get it out And when she start a rockin' She bring me to the boil She like to give it out some New satellite blues (new satellite blues) New satellite blues (new satellite blues) A picture clear for watchin' The dish is runnin' hot The box is set for pumpin' She gonna take the lot The way she get the butt in She's gettin' set to ball I like to chew it up some New satellite blues (new satellite blues) New satellite blues (new satellite blues), yeah yeah New satellite blues (new satellite blues) New satellite blues (new satellite blues) Can't get nothin' on the dial The frigin' thing gone wild All I get's the dumbed down news New satellite blues New satellite blues (new satellite blues) New satellite blues (new satellite blues) I got the satellite blues (new satellite blues) New satellite blues (new satellite blues) This thing's nothing but a load of crap I'm gonna send it right back You can stick it where it hurts... Mac! I got the new satellite... blues! |
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oooooo get ready get ready to rock get ready to roll i'm gonna turn up the heat i'm gonna fire up the coal i gotta keep that motor turning i gotta keep that engine clean i gotta keep those tires burning i've got the best you've ever seen and i'm a heatseeker charging up the sky and i'm a heatseeker and i i don't need no life preserver i don't need no one to hose me down to hose me down get ready to break get ready to go get your shoes off and shake get your head down and blow you gotta keep that women firing you gotta keep that serpent clean you gotta make her sound the siren you gotta hear that lady scream cause i'm a heatseeker burning up the town and i'm a heatseeker and i don't i don't need no life preserver i don't need no one to hose me down don't hose me down (:D angus young guitar solo! :D) heatseeker i wanna see him get up and see the whites of your eyes and i'm a heatseeker (heatseeker) i'm gonna measure you up i'm gonna try you for size and i'm a heatseeker gotta keep that motor turning you gotta keep that engine clean you gotta keep those tires burning i've got the best you've ever seen and i'm a heatseeker heatseeker and i i don't need no life preserver i don't need no one to hose me down woah i'm a heatseeker and i'm a heatseeker heatseeker out on the street! feel the heat! |
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Riot on the radio, pictures on the TV
Invader man take what he can, shootout on the silver screen Stickin' 'em up and knocking them down, living out a fantasy There's a bad man cruising around in a big black limousine Don't let it be wrong, don't let it be right Get in his way, you're dead in his sights Big gun Big gun Number one Big gun Big gun kick the hell out of you Terminators, Uzi makers, shootin' up Hollywood Snakes alive with a forty-five, getting off and doing no good. If you ain't wise, they'll cannibalise, tear flesh off you Classified, lady killers, prayin' in the human zoo They saddle you up and take you to town Better look out, when he come around Big gun Big gun Number one Big gun Big gun kick the hell out of you Show down Yeah Big gun Big gun Number one mmmmmmmmmmm aauuugh aauuugh yaay yaaay mmmmmmmmmmms buba buba buba buba buba buba Big gun, gotta hot one Big gun, gotta number one Big gun, loaded and cocked Big gun, hot hot hot Got big gun, ready or not Big gun, give it, give it a shot, come on Terminator, Uzi Maker Regulators, gonna get you later Big gun kick the hell out of you |
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I'm the rolling thunder; the pouring rain. I'm comin' on like a hurricane. White lightning's flashing across the sky! You're only young but you're gonna die! I won't take no prisoners - won't spare no lives! Nobody's putting up a fight! I got my fill; I'm gonna take you to hell; I'm gonna get you - Satan get you... CHORUS: Hell's Bells! Yeah, Hell's Bells! You got me ringing Hell's Bells! My temperature's high! Hell's Bells! I'll give you black sensations up and down your spine. If you're into evil, you're a friend of mine. See my white light flashing as I split the night, 'Cause if good's on the left, then I'm stickin' to the right! I won't take no prisoners, won't spare no lives; Nobody's puttin' up a fight. I got my fill; I'm gonna take you to hell; I'm gonna get you - Satan get you... CHORUS Yeow! Hell's Bells, Satan's comin' to you! Hell's Bells, he's ringing them now! Hell's Bells, the temperature's high! Hell's Bells, across the sky... Hell's Bells, they're takin' you down. Hell's Bells, they're draggin' you around. Hell's Bells, gonna split the night! Hell's Bells, there's no way to fight! Yeah! Ow, ow, ow, ow! Hell's Bells! |
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He be the count of Monte Cristo Could be a quake any day Maybe somebody from Siam Begin the era of a new rage Keeps lickin' all the honey Chewin' up the fat he rakes Instead of sending to the lions They cover him with praise All hail Cesar, Hail, Hail! All hail Cesar, Hail, Hail! Down at the epicenter Things started heatin' up Rockin' on the richter scale Swinging in the chariot Around and around we go The senators rehearse the tale Starring in the coliseum Tied upon the rack Up comes the thumb of Cesar To stab you in the back All hail Cesar, Hail, Hail! All hail Cesar, Hail, Hail! Down at the epicenter Things started heatin' up Rockin' on the richter scale Swingin' in the chariot Around and around we go the Senators rehearse the tale "Watch out Cesar, watch out Cesar" [I said hail, I said hail! I said Hail, I said Hail! Hail Hail Hail Hail Hail Hail Hail Hail Hail ] [All hail Cesar, hail, hail! All hail Cesar, hail, hail! All hail Cesar, hail, hail! All hail Cesar, hail, hail! You need eyes in the back of your head boy, or you're dead.] |
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Come on little baby, gimme your hand
Check out the high spots, the lay of the land You don't need a rocket or a big limousine Ooh come on over baby and I'll make you obscene I feel safe in New York City I feel safe in New York City I feel safe in New York City I feel safe in New York City All over the city and down to the dives Don't mess with this place, it'll eat you alive Got a lip smackin' honey to soak up the jam On top of the world, ma, ready to slam I feel safe in New York City I feel safe in New York City I feel safe in New York City I feel safe in New York City I feel safe in New York City I feel safe in New York City I feel safe in New York City I feel safe in New York City Movin' all over like a jumpin' bean Take a look at that thing in the tight ass jean Comin' your way now, you may be in luck Don't you fret, boy, she's ready to buck I feel safe in New York City I feel safe in New York City I feel safe in New York City I feel safe in New York City I feel safe in New York City I feel safe in New York City I feel safe in New York City I feel safe in New York City I feel safe in New York City I feel safe in New York City I feel safe in New York City New York, New York, New York I feel safe in a cage in New York City |
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She was a fast machine
She kept her motor clean She was the best damn woman I had ever seen She had the sightless eyes Telling me no lies Knockin' me out with those American thighs Taking more than her share Had me fighting for air She told me to cum but I was already there 'Cause the walls start shaking The earth was quaking My mind was aching And we were making it and you - CHORUS: Shook me all night long Yeah you shook me all night long Working double time On the seduction line She was one of a kind, she's just mine all mine She wanted no applause Just another course Made a meal out of me and came back for more Had to cool me down To take another round Now I'm back in the ring to take another swing 'Cause the walls were shaking The earth was quaking My mind was aching And we were making it and you - CHORUS And knocked me out and then you Shook me all night long You had me shakin' and you Shook me all night long Yeah you shook me Well you took me You reall took me and you Shook me all night long Ooooh you Shook me all night long Yeah, yeah, you Shook me all night long Your really took me and you Yeah you shook me, yeah you shook me All night long |
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Tailored suits, chauffered cars Fine hotels and big cigars Up for grabs, up for a price Where the red hot girls keep on dancing through the night The claim is on you The sights are on me So what do you do That's guaranteed Hey little girl, you want it all The furs, the diamonds, the painting on the wall Come on, come on, love me for the money Come on, come on, listen to the money talk Come on, come on, love me for the money Come on, come on, listen to the money talk A French maid, foreign chef A big house with king size bed You've had enough, you ship them out The dollar's up-down, you'd better buy the pound The claim is on you The sights are on me So what do you do That's guaranteed Hey little girl, you broke the laws You hustle, you deal, you steal from us all Come on, come on, love me for the money Come on, come on. listen to the money talk Come on, come on, love me for the money Come, come on, listen to the money talk Money talks, yeah, yeah Money talks, B.S. walks Money talks, come on, come on Come on, come on, love me for the money Come on, come on, listen to the money talk Come on, come on, love me for the money Come on, come on, listen to the money talk Money talks, money talk, talk, talk Hear it talk Yeah, yeah, yeah money talks |
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The video game says "Play me"
Face it on a level but it takes you every time on a one on one Feeling running down your spine Nothing gonna save your one last dime cause it owns you Through and through The databank knows my number Says I gotta pay cause I made the grade last year Feel it when I turn the screw Kicks you round the world, there ain't a thing that it can't do Do to you CHORUS: Who made who, who made you? Who made who, ain't nobody told you? Who made who, who made you? If you made them and they made you Who picked up the bill, and who made who? (or who picked up the glue,...)(?) Who made who, who turned the screw? Satellites send me picture Get it in the eye, take it to the world (take it to the wire) spinning like a dynamo Feel it going round and round Running out of chips, you got no line in the naked town So don't look down, no CHORUS Ain't nobody told you, who made who? |
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