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from AC/DC - Fly On The Wall (0000)
Breaking out, about to shout
Feel the need, for one more round Don't you struggle, don't try to bite You want some trouble, I'm the king of vice I'm a wrecking ball, I'm a stinging knife Steal your money, gonna take your life You got screaming murder, lock up your door Double dealing, gotta have more Call me dirty, trash my name Just tell the boys that I'm gonna be Back in business again, back in business again Back in business again, back in business again Back in business Flesh and blood, I'm a rag 'n' bone Bad luck message on the telephone Don't you worry, play my game I'll do you a favour put your soul for sale Like a cannon ball going down the track Need good loving, but I want it back I was born in trouble, they gave up on me Teacher preaching what not to be Call me dirty, trash my name Just tell the boys that I'm gonna be Back in business again, back in business again, do you trust in me Back in business again, back in business again Back in business Back in business again, back in business again Back in business again, back in business again Back in business again, back in business, back in business again Back in business again, back in business, back in business again (Back in business), have you read the small print in this contract (Back in business), I'm the man with a shaft (Back in business), I'm gonna stick it right up you (Back in business), I got to have mine Back in business again, and I'm looking for you |
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from AC/DC - Fly On The Wall (0000)
Don't talk to strangers, keep away from the danger
Don't talk to strangers who smile Keep away from the danger all the time, you just keep away Just keep away Red lights are flashing, there's been a misunderstanding I'm Bruised and broke and bandaged Through drinking all that brandy I was, under the table but I came back for more Gotta hit that bottle but my head hit the floor Danger, danger, don't talk to strangers Stranger, danger, don't you talk Danger, danger, don't talk to strangers Danger, danger, don't talk keep away Red lights still flashing People all still dancing in my head I've done with thinking, about what to do Another bout of drinking Just one before I'm through I was just raising hell I wasn't doing no harm The cops could not appreciate my natural charm I'm a Danger, danger, don't talk to strangers Stranger, danger, don't you talk, don't talk Danger, danger, don't talk to strangers Danger, danger, don't talk keep away Don't talk to strangers Danger, danger, don't talk to strangers Stranger, danger, don't you talk, don't talk Danger, danger , don't talk to strangers Danger, danger , don't talk keep away Danger, danger, don't talk to strangers Stranger, danger, don't you talk, don't you talk Danger, danger, don't talk to strangers Danger, danger Don't you go talking to no stranger in this town |
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from AC/DC - Fly On The Wall (0000)
Got a screaming feeling, need a little loving healing
Want some of that stuff, cause I like a hot touch Wanna little squeezing, just a touch and teasing Maybe wrong, maybe right, but I like it every night Come on baby, down my way Were gonna make it, night and day I want first blood, a look in the eye Thirst blood, a need in disguise Bad dog come, back for more First blood, first blood Some like it hot, some like it not so hot Cause I like a touch, and I want it so much Come on baby, down my way Were gonna make it every night and day First blood, a look in the eye Thirst blood, a need in disguise Bad dog come back for more First blood, first blood I want first blood, a look in the eye Thirst blood, a need in disguise Bad dog come back for more First blood, first blood I want first blood, a look in the eye Thirst blood, a need in disguise Bad dog come back for more First blood You know I want a first blood Some like it hot First blood, all right hot shot Bad dog, come back for more I want first blood |
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from AC/DC - Fly On The Wall (0000)
You can dance through the night
Rock n roll music itching to fight Makin love drunk or stoned Lookin for dollars Get broken-boned It's a game too tough to tame Ends up the same Sweatin out the rain I was trapped like a fly on the wall I was caged lke a zoo animal No escape from the fate that you make You're a snake, I've had all I can take Watch out, there's a fly on the wall Take a chance, take a bite Rock n roll devil, take me tonight Like a bitch makin heat Beatin on my chest Lickin at my feet It's a game too tough to tame Ending up the same Sweatin in the rain So watch out, there's a fly on the wall I was trapped like a fly on the wall I was caged like a zoo animal No escape from the fate that you make You're a snake, I've had all I can take There's a fly on the wall |
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from AC/DC - Fly On The Wall (0000)
(Watch out, out of my way, you wanna stay)
Everybody You don't have to choose it You don't have to prove it It's only rock 'n' roll Mama done told me Papa done scold me Superstition Black cat in a cradle Dancin' on the table Don't you snake on me Mama done told me Daddy done scold me Told me, showed me You know what he showed me Come hell or high water (4x) Hot money Lyin' through your back teeth Fightin' on the main street Breathe your last breath on me Mama done told me Poor boy get home Hot lovin' Turn your happy feeling Touchin' and a teasin' You know it so bad Mama done told me Papa done scold me Told me, showed me Rock 'n' rolled me Come hell or high water (4x) Come hell, hell hell hell hell Come hell or high water (4x) Na na na na na na Come hell or high water (7x) I tell ya come hell, come hell, come hell Come on hell yeah |
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from AC/DC - Fly On The Wall (0000)
Highball women that are hot
to touch Legs do the talkin' spellin' out the lust See the Sugar Daddies with a sweet tooth and a smile See what's hangin' off him like a want'n child That's where you'll find me standing proud (CHORUS) Playing with girls gonna get you hot Playing with guns gonna get you shot Playing with fire gonna heat you up Playing with me you're gonna get the lot Bring on the showgirls and the debutantes Late-night waitress in a restaurant Headin' for the clubs and bars with the flashin' lights Lookin' for the good-time girls in their black nylon tights Over the barrel bottoms-up (CHORUS) Oooh river run dry Yeah playing with fire Oooh wild sweet child Playing with girls Playing with girls I like tall girls and I'll take 'em small I want 'em all up front I like 'em all I wanna see 'em strut their stuff And lose their social grace You play your cards right and you'll deal yourself an ace That's where you'll find me standing proud Playing with girls |
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from AC/DC - Fly On The Wall (0000)
You want love
Dirty dirty love You want lust Just a little lust You wan' a bad reputation You wanna better your score I got the qualifications I can open any door (ooh yeah) (CHORUS) Send for the man, yeah Send for thh man, yeah You like a dream Dirty low and mean You're good enough to eat Sticky hot and sweet Need a shot of rhythm and lovin' You make a black sheep a ram This ain't a gun in my I got the goods in my hand (CHORUS) |
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from AC/DC - Fly On The Wall (0000)
See me leaning, on the bar I got my head in a whiskey jar Feeling good cause the city's alive I'm getting ready to rock and jive I get up and I slide across the floor You wanna come an' I'll meet you at the door No one can stop us cause we're feeling too right We're gonna steal our way around tonight Alright, alright Aye, aye, oh, shake your foundations Aye, aye, oh, shake it to the floor Aye, aye, oh, shake your foundations Aye, aye, oh, shake it I was taking, no liberties She's getting hotter off the heat on me I was oiling, she was slick Licking off the sweat, her favourite trick Help me, help me please, tame this animal, and help me to breathe I said no, no way, you gotta come with me, all the way OK I'll play Aye, aye, oh, shake your foundations Aye, aye, oh, shake it to the floor Aye, aye, oh, shake your foundations Aye, aye, oh, shake it to the floor Aye, aye, oh, shake your foundations Aye, aye, oh, shake it to the floor Aye, aye, oh, shake your foundations Aye, aye, oh, shake it We had the night, we had the time She had the sugar and I had the wine Took my hand shook me to the core I told her not to touch but she was coming back for more You know what for Aye, aye, oh, shake your foundations Aye, aye, oh, shake it to the floor Aye, aye, oh, shake your foundations Aye, aye, oh, shake it to the floor Make a sign |
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from AC/DC - Fly On The Wall (0000)
Put your gear into fire
Lay your bullets on the ground Turn your head to desire There's a woman going down She said she'll rough you up, all the way And she gonna spit you out, count your days She says choice is yours, casually So why don't you do what comes naturally CHORUS: Sink the pink, it's all the fashion Drink the drink, it's old-fashioned Gimme water, gimme wine Gonna show you a good time Sink the pink Sink the pink Got a fever runnin' high Give you wings to make you fly She school you like a fool She make you break the rules She wanna get a shot, hit the spot Then I'm gonna rack 'em up, get that hot She said make it good, satisfy You know that woman got jealous eyes REPEAT CHORUS Did you sink it on me? OOOOH!Yeah! Yeah, Yeah, Yeah! REPEAT CHORUS Ow1 Ow1 Ouch |
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from AC/DC - Fly On The Wall (0000)
Put on the headset, get on
the stage Out on a midnight escapade Didn't want to steal your thunder Wouldn't want to play your game Makin' all the headlines Gettin' on the front page Didn't even know her number Didn't even know her name (CHORUS) Stand up, stand up and take it Stand up, stand up and make it Stand up, stand up and face it Stand up Get on the red dress, slip on the lace Up for a high heel and a pretty face Woman wanna get you under Woman wanna get you tame Lovin' on a hot night Stokin' up the flame Didn't wanna know her number Didn't wanna know her name (CHORUS) (You can make it) (CHORUS) |
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from AC/DC - Flick Of The Switch (1983)
I'm a pistol packin' man
With a gun in my hand Lookin' for a woman that'll understand You like to roll and I like to ride I'll stop at nothing never take me alive I'm a man with a fast hand Lovin' on a last stand Outlaw quick draw Evil talkin' bandit man In the badlands In the badlands I got a .45 that'll make you fry Burn your chassis lassie like the 4th of July I ride it hard I ride it high Make love to you till you reach for the sky I'm a man with a fast hand Got it on a last stand Outlaw, quick draw Evil talkin' bandit man In the badlands In the badlands In the badlands In the badlands Well I'm guilty Saddle up my six pack Ain't gonna back track My shooter loaded Come on girl I'm gonna give you a thrill In the badlands In the badlands In the badlands In the badlands In the badlands, looking for a woman In the badlands, as bad as me In the badlands, gonna take her with me In the badlands Yeah |
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from AC/DC - Flick Of The Switch (1983)
yeah, yeah
the blood in my veins was runnin' right through my brain there was a cop with a gun who was runnin' around insane three fifty arrests no bullet proof vest now ain't that a shame we wanted to play play for the crowd law said no way cause you're on your way out bedlam in Belgium bedlam in Belgium the place was a jumpin' and the booze was going down there's a curfew at ten and you been working overtime we don't play just for pay so we'd like to stay stay just the same he gave me a crack in the back with his gun hurt me so bad I could feel the blood run bedlam in Belgium it was bedlam in Belgium bedlam in Belgium came for a good time and left on the run bedlam in Belgium, yeah who's to blame it's a shame bedlam in Belgium it was bedlam getting ready stayed on the stage cops in a rage crowd yelled for more it was war, war, war bedlam in Belgium it was bedlam in Belgium bedlam in Belgium came for a good time and left on the run bedlam in Belgium it was bedlam ( in Belgium ) it was bedlam ( in Belgium ) it was bedlam and the law got the drop on me |
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from AC/DC - Flick Of The Switch (1983)
alright hold tight
I really wanna ball tonight on a bender no space defender a joy on the floor I'll get it tight toe to toe with a black widow fee fi fum smell the blood of rock 'n' roll all out drive on a rockin' suicide my feet are jumpin' she's a joy to ride joy to ride, joy to ride she's a joy to ride on a rockin' suicide brain shake, brain shake, brain shake all I can take it's a brain shake, brain shake, brain shake she's a mean lean rockin' machine a hip huggin' blue jean dream she's a woman worth givin' a sweet sweet kissin' lips are runnin' round on me toe to toe with a black widow fee fi fum smell the blood of rock 'n' roll all out drive on a rockin' suicide my feet are jumpin' she's a joy to ride joy to ride, joy to ride she's a joy to ride on a rockin' suicide brain shake, brain shake, brain shake ready to shake it's a brain shake, brain shake, brain shake it's a brain shake, brain shake, brain shake for mercy's sake it's a brain shake, brain shake, brain shake cause she's a joy to ride joy to ride, joy to ride she's an all out drive on a rockin' suicide brain shake brain shake, brain shake, brain shake ready to shake it's a brain shake, brain shake, brain shake it's a brain shake, brain shake, brain shake for mercy's sake it's a brain shake, brain shake, brain shake all I could take it's a brain shake, brain shake, brain shake you can't fake it's a brain shake, brain shake, brain shake well it's a brain shake, brain shake, brain shake for mercy's sake it's a brain shake, brain shake, brain shake it's a brain it's a brain it's a brain shake |
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from AC/DC - Flick Of The Switch (1983)
I've been enchained
she got shackles on me that woman to blame for the hell and misery can't find my way out of here shoot me down in a burnin' fear going down for a stretch of years way down below I'm deep in, deep in deep in the hole deep in, deep in deep in the hole I'm down in, down in down in the hole well I'm deep in, deep in that woman got me deep in the hole I'm sinkin' down she got me down on the floor can't touch both walls the further down I go pulls the string on my riding bow makes me sing when she find my load ain't no slave you do what you're told you sold your soul I'm deep in, deep in deep in the hole deep in, deep in deep in the hole I'm down in, down in down in the hole well I'm deep in, deep in that woman got me deep in the hole I'm deep in, deep in deep in the hole deep in, deep in deep in the hole I'm down in, down in down in the hole I'm deep in, deep in deep in the hole deep in the hole, firing your load deep in the hole, save your soul deep in, deep in deep in the hole deep in, deep in that woman got me deep in the hole deep in the hole deep in the hole I'm deep in the hole |
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from AC/DC - Flick Of The Switch (1983)
Well there's a love gone down on mine
Suicidal voltage line She sends signals outta distress She devil, she evil She got you reelin' on a rockin' machine With a flick of the switch With a flick of the switch she'll blow you sky high With a flick of the switch With a flick of the switch she can satisfy She gonna blow you all sky high Flash the eye, electrify A power force you should feel She devil, she evil She got you screaming on a lightnin' machine With a flick of the switch Flick of the switch she'll blow you sky high With a flick of the switch Flick of the switch she can satisfy (Give you pain, blow your brain) Flick the switch, flick the switch With a flick of the switch, she'll blow you sky high With a flick of the switch, she can satisfy With a flick of the switch, gonna burn you down With a flick of the switch, razed to the ground With a flick of the switch With a flick of the switch With a flick of the switch, she gonna give you pain With a flick of the switch, she gonna blow your brain, blow your brain She gonna put the light out on - you |
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from AC/DC - Flick Of The Switch (1983)
The word is out that I'm about
And I've come gunning for you I'm a real entertainer, a mischief maker A lover of no fixed abode Quick draw on the floor No law give you more Sweet talker, lover of sin You are what you got You get what you want Look out woman I got guns for hire Shoot you with desire The guns for hire Shoot you with desire I'm a wanted poster A needed man Running right across the land I'm a smooth operator A big dictator Gonna mark you with my brand My gun's for hire Shoot you with desire Got gun's for hire Shoot you with desire (Quick draw on the floor, big shot) Hot to trot, big shot Take a lot Never get the drop on me I'm a real entertainer Mischief maker Lover in seven languages My gun's for hire Shoot you with desire This gun's for hire Shoot you with desire Shoot you with desire Shoot you with desire A gun's for hire Shoot you with desire What you got, big shot You can't get... You can't get the drop... on me! |
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from AC/DC - Flick Of The Switch (1983)
I want you to hear me out there
this is for all you bad boys this a story of the satan rock 'n' roll I want you to put your hand in your pocket take ten dollars out and send it to me well momma don't scold her son for what he been doing upstairs daddy don't take him out no no sister just pull his hair this boy is lost it's a living nightmare, it ain't fair that boy he don't know how to lose he's out to win he got the lot to top the last shot shaker he's a breaker he's a maker he's a landslide landslide, landslide walkin' talkin' rockin' landslide now momma he ain't no toy never ever get his share get his stack in a gunnysack still be room for air this boy is lost it's a rockin' double dare, he's out to scare that boy he don't know how to lose he's out to win he got the lot to top the last shot shaker he's a breaker he's a maker he's a landslide landslide walkin' talkin' rockin' landslide landslide, landslide, landslide, landslide preacher done say his prayer take him to the promised land momma done allow no get down here never gonna get up there this boy is lost like a rebel with out cause but he's the boss that boy he don't know how to lose he's gonna win he got the lot to top the last shot shaker he's a breaker he's a maker he's a landslide walkin' talkin' rockin' landslide landslide walkin' talkin' rockin' landslide landslide, landslide that man's a one man landslide landslide landslide landslide that boys a walk talk rockin' landslide get down |
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from AC/DC - Flick Of The Switch (1983)
Dog day Tuesday Hope that girl she come today Hard life it's a city life Sweat came pourin' down I got my feet up like to love Through the dawn till I've blown All I want's to love you down Love the way she move around Need no excuse To let it all hang loose My body's for abuse (Rising power) We'll raise the night (Rising power) (Rising power) We'll wake the dead (Rising power) You've got a love life up all night Darkest hour at the dead of night Seen her walkin' down the street The kind of woman that brings on heat Love her dusk till dawn Come the morning she was gone Took me out to my surprise Money all gone left high and dry Need no excuse To let it all hang loose My body's for abuse (Rising power) We'll raise the night (Rising power) (Rising power) We'll wake the dead (Rising power) You'll end up torn to shreds Don't need no excuse My body's for abuse (Rising power) We'll raise the night (Rising power) (Rising power) We'll raise the dead (Rising power) You'll end up torn to shreds Rise Rise I'm gonna rise Rising power The power rise From you |
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from AC/DC - Flick Of The Switch (1983)
yonder she walks
yonder she walks hitting 103 a little tongue in cheek hot personality she bring on the flames and it's burning it's burning my body's achin' tossin' and turnin' this house is on fire this house is on fire this house is on fire and the flame is gonna burn in you she got me runnin' for shelter needing quarantine she got me red hot and wired call on emergency she bring on the flames and it's burning it's burning my body's achin' tossin' and turnin' this house is on fire this house is on fire this house is on fire and the flame is gonna burn in you you got me burnin' and burnin' you got me tossin' and turnin' this house is on fire house is on fire this house is on fire house is on fire this house is on fire this house is on fire house is on fire and the flame is gonna burn in I'll bet it's gonna burn I'm gonna burn you |
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from AC/DC - Blow Up Your VIdeo (1988)
Once I need relaxation
Need to get some r 'n' r (That's rest and recreation) Don't need no vacation I don't have to go that far (I've got better things to do with my money) Don't need no private eye Forget the FBI 'Cause when the beaver sings Look out I'm closing in (CHORUS) In the go zone, ready to fly In the go zone, standing up high In the go zone, down on the block In the go zone, ready to rock Down down down in the go zone Got to have my candy Got to have my sugar sweet (I wanna give you a treat) Giving you directions You don't have to use your feet (We're on the same street baby) You've got to travel south South of my hungry mouth And there you'll find a friend Until the bitter end (CHORUS) What are you gonna find down there? There ain't no red light district Get yourself a ticket to the - CHORUS In the go zone, leave me to die In the go zone, standing up high In the go zone, down on the block Go zone, ready to rock Down down down in the go zone |
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from AC/DC - Blow Up Your VIdeo (1988)
(Oooh, we're gettin' ready Ow Here we go hahaha I'm ready Oooh) Getting ready to rock Getting 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 Getting ready to break Getting ready to go Get your shoes off and shake Get your head down and blow You gotta keep that woman 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, 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 (Aw yeah, here ya go, yow! Ready? Heatseeker!) I wanna see you get up And see the whites of your eyes And I'm a heatseeker, heatseeker, yeah! 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, and 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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from AC/DC - Blow Up Your VIdeo (1988)
Here she come, here she come
Eating up the thrill Sugar cane, sugar cane Dressin' up to kill Like a fireball in the shadow Like a storm that's gonna show Like an overwhelmed volcano Getting set to blow, set to blow She got a nasty reputation She got a healthy apetite When she needs some detonation She sets the fuse alight, the fuse alight Feel like kissin' dynamite Let it rain, let it rain Let me feel it pour Let it slide, let it slide Let me feel the core Like the thunder in the mountains Like the lightning in the sky Like the eye of a tornado She watch it all go by, all go by Then she kills for recreation And she plays her games at night She want to work on her vocation She set the world alight, set world alight Feel like kissin' dynamite Dynamite, here it come Dynamite, gonna blow Dynamite, just wanna warn you Dynamite, the volcano Dynamite, she got no imagination or (??????) Dynamite, that's the way you want, that's the way he'll go Dynamite Feel like kissin' dynamite |
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from AC/DC - Blow Up Your VIdeo (1988)
I've been to the left, I've
been to the right I've found myself in Abudhabi, just a mirage in the night Been to the high, I've been to the low And I've been to lots of places that I didn't wanna go But I ain't see nothing to get me off my ass And laughed at all the jokers wanting make me walk on glass I could walk 'fore I could crawl And I was meaner than a bad dog with his back against the wall Animal, animal Cannibal, cannibal See 'em fall, see 'em fall I'm the guy that they call - Meanstreak, I gotta meanstreak Meanstreak, they call me meanstreak I just don't know who I wanna be The count of Monte Cristo or the sheik of Arabia I've eaten rich, and I've eaten free I'm the perfect culture vulture in the face of poverty And I ain't met no one who told me I got class They say never feed the animal, the boys got too much flash I'm a guy they just can't teach And I always kick the castle that's been built up on the beach Animal, animal Cannibal, cannibal See 'em fall, see 'em fall I'm the guy that they call - What's your name? Meanstreak |
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from AC/DC - Blow Up Your VIdeo (1988)
Wrong track, wrong line
First train to run on time Bad blood, bad news Long rope, got nothing to lose Mad bull seeing red Coming at me, happy when I'm dead Jump a fence, get away Ain't got a liking for the games he plays What you gonna do? Everybody trying to find you guilty Make you wanna tow the line Saved by, saved in the nick of time I was saved in the nick of time Slow plane, hard rain Cold sweat and I feel the strain Look down, no ground Black sky, just the engine sound Bail out, goodbye Take my chances, I don't wanna die Count ten, just pray The nick of time can save me any day What you gonna do? Everybody love a hero, honey Living on a danger line Saved by, saved in the nick of time I was saved in the nick of time Lose sleep, get grief Some day get no relief Quick punch, closed eye You didn't knew it and you wonder why Lynch mob on your tail Think they were searching for the holy grail Leave town, get away I didn't figure on them anyway No I didn't today Everybody trying to find you guilty Make you wanna tow the line Saved by, saved in the nick of time I was saved in the nick of time |
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from AC/DC - Blow Up Your VIdeo (1988)
I like 'em big and I like
'em small And if I had to take the oath I would take them all Give me that ruff stuff (It's what I want) She's a saint, she's a sinner She's a rave, rave, rave She's a woman, she's a winner In every way, way, way She don't want love Nor cabaret that's out She like to play around That suits me fine I like it better when she read my mind You know, don't want a woman with a ball and chain Don't want to play that game (CHORUS) Just give me that ruff stuff I want ruff stuff Baby give me ruff stuff You don't want ruff stuff? Don't want your face around here Make you shake, make you shiver Make you pray, pray, pray Gonna make you quake, make you quiver And turn you grey, grey, grey I don't need brakes They slow me down too much They keep me out of touch They lock me in I like it better when I pull the pin You know, don't want a woman with a ball and chain Don't want to play that game (CHORUS) I like them big and I like them small And if they asked me to take the oath, I would have to take them all Give me that ruff stuff Don't want your face round here I don't want your face round my backyard any more |
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from AC/DC - Blow Up Your VIdeo (1988)
Heroes, hard to find
Don't make the news till they do time Schemers turn the screw They get the word and they drop on you Lay down the law black of the night Run up a score, the vice is right Dealers looking round, wheel is turning round Coming round on you (CHORUS) Some sin for gold Some sin for shame Some sin for cash Some sin for gain Some sin for wine Some sin for pain But I ain't gonna be the fool Who's gonna have to sin for nothing (Now work that out) Nero, evil mind He was born way before his time Lead 'em down below You got it right and away you go You gotta lay down the rules, push up the price Turn on the heat, put you on ice Dealers looking round, wheel is turning round Coming round for you (CHORUS) (Give it to me) Ain't gonna sin for nothing Don't get nothing for nothing Ain't gonna sin for nothing That don't make no sense |
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from AC/DC - Blow Up Your VIdeo (1988)
Party gonna happen at the union hall
Shaking to the rhythm 'til everybody fall Picking up my woman in my Chevrolet Glory hallelujah gonna rock the night away I'm gonna roll roll roll I'm gonna roll roll roll I'm gonna take this town, turn it around I'm gonna roll roll roll Now there's a blue suede bopping on a high heeled shoe Balling round together like a wrecking crew Oh be bopper lubba baby what I say You gotta get a dose of rock and roll on each and every day We're gonna roll roll roll We're gonna roll roll roll We're gonna take this town, turn it around We're gonna roll roll roll I'm gonna blow up my video Shut down my radio Told boss man where to go Turned off my brain control That's the way I want my rock and roll That's the way I want my rock and roll That's the way Ooh that's the way I like my rock and roll That the way I want my rock and roll That's the way That's the way That's the way I want my rock and roll That's the way That's the way That's the way I want my rock and roll That's the way That's the way Oh! To rock and roll! Roll, roll, roll, I'm gonna roll, roll, roll I'm gonna take this town, turn it around, I'm gonna roll, roll, roll I'm gonna roll, roll, roll That's the way I want it Roll, roll, roll Gotta hear it loud Gonna take this town, turn it 'round Gonna roll, roll, roll Blow up my video Shut down my radio Told boss man where to go Turned off my brain control That's the way I want my rock and roll That's the way I want my rock and roll That's the way I want my rock and roll |
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from AC/DC - Blow Up Your VIdeo (1988)
(You get your head down,
will you) I want you I want you to I want you to march Eyes go right, shoulder arms Left wheel turn, show your charms Change your clothes, cut your hair Ain't no joke, ain't no place for kids When the flags are high, hear the battle cry Treaty gone, see the bandits fly Dig the trench, watch that blast Shell shock come, coming fast Name and rank on parade Might get laid by a hand grenade Do you know what it means? This - means - war This means war, this means war I said this means war, this means war This means war (Run for cover, hit the deck, call for your mother) I need you to fire Cock your gun, wet your sights Get the bull dead to rights Volunteers, one pace back On the beach ain't no place for kids When the flack is high on a bomber run You don't talk back to an ack-ack gun Fire range, and you're in the blitz Keep your head or you're blown to bits Name and rank on parade Might get laid by a hand grenade Do you know what it means? This - means - war Who's going there, is it a friend or foe? Propaganda time on the radio Top brass shout as they clown around Peace talks die in Geneva town Do you know what it means? This - means - war This means war, this means war I said this means war, this means war This means war |
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from AC/DC - Blow Up Your VIdeo (1988)
Last stand
Down to my last dime I ain't got the sense to leave The dealers cutting fine Last throw Back against the wall Depending where the money is Is where I'm gonna fall Ace high Hide your poker eyes I didn't wanna laugh too much when When I picked up the prize Lady luck Is standing at my side I leave with more than I brought in And get out with my life Get out with my life I go, you go She go, we go Two's up Two's up Gimme head, gimme tails Gimme double up an' comin' Doubled over on the rails Gimme two's up That's what I want High up When you're lookin' down Then you see two animals just foolin' you around Stray dogs Gonna take them in Don't know what your names are Where you're goin' and where ya been All day it's difficult to say, who is doin' What was doing what to who, who's callin' out the play I love, the way you slide an' slip I like the way you girls work out And make a partnership Make that partnership I go, you go She go, we go Two's up Yes it's a two's up Gimme head, gimme tails Gimme double up an' comin' Doubled over on the rails Gimme Gotta gimme double or quits Two's up Two's up Like your partnership Like the way you slip There ain't nothing like a That's the way it is That's what I wanna hear Gimme head, gimme tails Gimme double up an' comin' Over on the rails Slow combustion Drive me wild Gimme head, gimme you Gimme twice the satisfaction Twice as far to go And it's a two's up Gonna be two's up We're gonna have a two's up Two's up Two's up There ain't nothing like a Two's up |
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from AC/DC - Hail Caesar [single] (1996)
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 Caesar, hail, hail! All hail Caesar, 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 Caesar, hail, hail! All hail Caesar, 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 Caesar, watch out Caesar" I said hail, I said hail! I said hail, I said hail! Hail Hail Hail Hail Hail Hail Hail Hail Hail All hail Caesar, hail, hail! All hail Caesar, hail, hail! All hail Caesar, hail, hail! All hail Caesar, hail, hail! You need eyes in the back of your head boy Or you're dead |
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from AC/DC - Hail Caesar [single] (1996)
I've been drinkin' all night long So long baby, I'm gone [Oh yeah] [Well] Bloody Mary give me shivers from a shot Set up the shooters it's time for a drop [Give me] Old Jamaica, runnin' we come Down at the hatch Jack, the women and the fun We drink a lot, That demon drop This one's on me and here's to you Whiskey on the rocks a double or a shot Whiskey on the rocks Elixer from the top [You were] Drinkin' Mai Tais, Singapore sling Beam me up Jim, it's time to come in I'll have one more afore ye close up the door It's on the house mac, it's whiskey galore We drink a lot, that demon drop This one's on me, here's mud in your eye Whiskey on the rocks A double or a shot Whiskey on the rocks Elixer from the top [Yeah, yeah, yeah, come on Let's throw seven sheets to the wind - hahaha Fill 'em up too!] I'm drinkin' Whiskey on the rocks [A double or a shot Whiskey on the rocks A double or a shot Whiskey on the rocks A double or a shot Whiskey on the rocks A double or a shot I'm drinkin' Whiskey on the rocks I'll have a whiskey on the rocks Give me whiskey on the rocks Keep it comin' on the rocks ] [Yeah] Pour me a double here comes trouble on the rocks Whiskey on the rocks |
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from AC/DC - The Razors Edge (1997)
Wild beast, I'll make you mine
Taste your kiss, sweet lips devine She got moves, drips of sweat She got eyes of blue, body curves 'n Legs that'll break your nerves CHORUS: Fire - when she's going down Fire - then she make you drown Fire - then she blow you round Yeah, You want some fun Fire your guns Fire your guns Fire your guns Fire your guns That lady bites, hard style Drips of sex, eyes are wild She got moves, long long legs She got eyes of blue, body curves Legs that'll shake the earth CHORUS Yeah, you want some fun You gotta fire your guns fire your guns you gotta fire your guns fire your guns (yeah, yeow!) Yeah CHORUS yeah, you want some fun Gotta fire your guns Fire your guns (x9 |
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from AC/DC - The Razors Edge (1997)
(Come on now,
Come on, come on, yeah, ow!) Come on honey, take a trip with me We'll take a double shot of ectasy I'll drink some water from a wooden cup And keep a rockin' 'til the sun comes up CHORUS: And I warn you It's the best shot of your life And I warn you It's the best shot of your life Shot of love Shot of love Rock you little lady make you blow and bleed A little bit of what you need is guaranteed Come on now honey we'll get full of desire A humping and a bumping till we start a fire (a huffin' and a puffin') ? CHORUS (Shot of love - I'm gonna make you plead) (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, awright ooh hoo hoo baby oh baby) CHORUS Shot of Love Like to plead? Shot of love, Shot of love, Shot of love A humping and pumping got you jumping Shot of love, Shot of love, Shot of love A little bit of what you need is guaranteed Shot of love, Shot of love, Shot of love Let me warn you, I'm coming for you Shot of love, Shot of love, Shot of love Shot of love, Shot of love Come on give me shot of love |
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from AC/DC - If You Want Blood You`Ve Got It (1997)
On the day I was born
The rain fell down There was trouble brewin' in my home town It was the seventh day I was the sixth son And it scared the hell out of everyone They said stop, I said go They said fast, I said slow They said yes, I said no I do the bad boy boogie Bein' a bad boy ain't that bad I had me more dirty women than most men ever had All you women come along with me And I'll show you how good a bad boy can be I said right and they said left I said east and they said west I said up and they said down I do the bad boy boogie All over town I wouldn't tell you no story Tell you no lie I was born to love till the day I die I just line 'em up And I knock 'em down And they all came a runnin' when the word got around Just keep a runnin' (Bad boy boogie) I said up They said down (Bad boy boogie) They said straight I said round (Bad boy boogie) They said lost I said found (Bad boy boogie) I said free And they said bound Bad boy boogie Do the bad boy boogie Bad boy boogie Bad boy boogie |
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from AC/DC - If You Want Blood You`Ve Got It (1997)
(well) You ask me 'bout the clothes I wear
And you ask me why I grow my hair And you ask me why I'm in a band I dig doin' one night stands and You wanna see me do my thing All you gotta do is plug me into high I said high High voltage rock 'n' roll High voltage rock 'n' roll High voltage, High voltage High voltage rock 'n' roll rock 'n' roll You ask me why I like to dance And you ask me why I like to sing And you ask me why I like to play I got to get my kicks some way and You wanna know what I'm all about Come on let me hear you shout high I said high High voltage rock 'n' roll High voltage rock 'n' roll High voltage, High voltage High voltage rock 'n' roll rock 'n' roll I said high, I said high Waaaah! High voltage rock 'n' roll High voltage rock 'n' roll High voltage, high voltage High voltage rock 'n' roll (mumble, mumble...) Spotlight, put the lights out, happy hour! High voltage rock 'n' roll High voltage rock 'n' roll Wine, women and song High voltage, high voltage Wine women and song High voltage rock 'n' roll |
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from AC/DC - If You Want Blood You`Ve Got It (1997)
In the beginning
Back in nineteen fifty five Man didn't know 'bout a rock 'n' roll show And all that jive The white man had the schmaltz The black man had the blues No one knew what they was gonna do But Tchaikovsky had the news, he said Let there be sound, and there was sound Let there be light, and there was light Let there be drums, there was drums Let there be guitar, there was guitar Let there be rock And it came to pass That rock 'n' roll was born All across the land every rockin' band Was blowin' up a storm And the guitar man got famous The business man got rich And in every bar there was a superstar With a seven year itch There was fifteen million fingers Learnin' how to play And you could hear the fingers pickin' And this is what they had to say Let there be light, sound, drums, guitar Let there be rock One night in a club called the Shakin' Hand There was a 42 decibel rockin' band And the music was good And the music was loud And the singer turned and he said to the crowd Let there be rock |
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from AC/DC - If You Want Blood You`Ve Got It (1997)
I'm hot, and when I'm not
I'm cold as ice Get out of my way, just step aside Or pay the price What I want I take, what I don't I break And I don't want you With a flick of my knife, I can change your life There's nothing you can do I'm a problem child Problem child I'm a problem child Feel like running wild Make my stand, no man's land On my own Man in blue, it's up to you The seed is sown What I want I stash, what I don't I smash And you're on my list Dead or alive, I got a .45 And I never miss I'm a problem child Problem child I'm a problem child Just feel like running wild ~(SOLO)~ Every night, street light I drink my booze Some run, some fight But I win they lose What I need I like, what I don't I fight And I don't like you Yeah, say bye-bye while you're still alive Your time is through Cause I'm a problem child I'm a problem child I'm a problem child I'm a problem child Problem child I'm a problem child Even my mother hates me I'm a problem child I'm a problem child (Problem child, problem child) (Problem child, problem child), .... (Problem child, problem child) (Problem child, problem child) Problem child I'm a problem child Problem child And I'm running wild I'm a problem child (Problem child, problem child...) |
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from AC/DC - If You Want Blood You`Ve Got It (1997)
you see it on television every day
you hear it on the radio it ain't humid but it sure is hot way down in Mexico police tryin' to tell me beginnin' of the end sayin' it'll bend me too late my friend riff raff well it's good for a laugh (ha ha ha) riff raff go on and laugh yourself in half (smile a while) now I'm the kind of guy that keeps his big mouth shut but don't bother me somebody kickin' me when I'm up leave me in misery I never shot nobody don't even carry a gun I ain't done nothing wrong I'm just havin' fun riff raff oh well it's good for a laugh riff raff go on laugh yourself in half (thank you) |
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from AC/DC - If You Want Blood You`Ve Got It (1997)
I'm a rocker
I'm a roller I'm a right out of controller I'm a wheeler I'm a dealer I'm a wicked woman stealer I'm a bruiser I'm a cruiser I'm a rockin' rollin' man Got slicked black hair Skin tight jeans Cadillac car And a teenage dream I'm a rocker, I'm a roller I'm a rocker, I'm a roller I'm a rocker, I'm a roller I'm a rockin' rollin' man Got lorex socks Blue suede shoes V8 CAR And tattoos I'm a rocker, I'm a roller I'm a rocker, I'm a roller I'm a rocker, I'm a roller I'm a rockin' rollin' man I'm a rocker, I'm a roller I'm a rocker, I'm a roller I'm a rocker, I'm a roller I'm a rocker, I'm a roller I'm a rocker, I'm a roller I'm a rockin' rollin' man I'm a rocker, I'm a roller I'm a rocker, I'm a roller I'm a rocker, I'm a roller I'm a rocker, I'm a roller I'm a rockin' rollin', rockin rollin man, hey Wanna jive honey? C'mon, spin you 'round, hey yeah! Yeah I'm a rocker, I'm a roller I'm a rocker, look at me roll! |
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from AC/DC - If You Want Blood You`Ve Got It (1997)
She gave me the queen
She gave me the king She was wheelin' and dealin' Just doin' her thing She was holdin' a pair But I had to try Her deuce was wild But my ace was high But how was I to know That she'd been dealt with before? Said she'd never had a full house But I should have known From the tattoo on her left leg And the garter on her right She'd have the card to bring me down If she played it right She's got the Jack She's got the Jack She's got the Jack She's got the Jack She's got the Jack She's got the Jack She's got the Jack She's got the Jack She's got the Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack She's got the Jack Poker face was her name Poker face was her nature Poker straight was her game If she knew she could get you She played 'em fast And she played 'em hard She could close her eyes And feel every card But how was I to know That she'd been shuffled before? Said she'd never had a royal flush But I should have known That all the cards were comin' From the bottom of the pack And if I'd known what she was dealin' out I'd have dealt it back She's got the Jack She's got the Jack She's got the Jack, and who knows what else? She's got the Jack, yeah, yeah She's got the Jack She's got the Jack She's got the Jack She's got the Jack She's got the Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack She's got the Jack She's got the Jack She's got the Jack Ooh, was a bad deal, Jack She gave me the Jack, hey She's got the Jack She's got the Jack She's got the Jack Ooh, can't ya tell? She's got the Jack Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack She's got the Jack She's got the Jack She's got the Jack She's got the Jack You never know, she's got the Jack She's got the Jack She's got the Jack She's got the Jack, and it hurts! She's got the Jack She's got the Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack She's got the Jack AAAAAAAAAAAAH! Oooooh! "Thank you, thank you, thank you people, thank you, thank you. I'm glad you like the show, yes, thank you very much folks. Goodnight and God bless!" |
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from AC/DC - If You Want Blood You`Ve Got It (1997)
Wanna tell you a story
'Bout a woman I know When it comes to lovin' Oh, she steals the show She ain't exactly pretty She ain't exactly small 42-39-56 You could say she's got it all Never had a woman, never had a woman like you Doin' all the things, doin' all the things you do Ain't no fairy story Ain't no skin-and-bones But you give all you got, weighin' in at nineteen stone You're a whole lotta woman A whole lotta woman A whole lotta Rosie A whole lotta Rosie A whole lotta Rosie And you're a whole lotta woman Honey, you can do, do it to me all night long Only one can turn, only one can turn me on All through the night-time Right around the clock To my suprise, Rosie never stops She was a whole lotta woman A whole lotta woman A whole lotta Rosie A whole lotta Rosie A whole lotta Rosie A whole lotta woman, yeah-yeah-yeah You're a whole lotta woman A whole lotta woman A whole lotta Rosie A whole lotta Rosie You're a whole lotta Rosie A whole lotta woman, yeah-yeah-yeah |
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from AC/DC - Powerage (2000)
I know that it's evil
I know that it's got to be I know I ain't doing much Doing nothing means a lot to me Living on a shoe string A fifty cent millionaire Open to charity Rock 'n' roller welfare Sitting in my Cadillac Listening to my radio Suzy baby get on in Tell me where she want to go I'm living in a nightmare She's looking like a wet dream I got myself a Cadillac But I can't afford the gasoline CHORUS: I've got holes in my shoes And I'm way overdue Down payment blues Get myself a steady job Some responsibility Can't even feed my cat On social security Hiding from the rent man Oh it makes me want to cry Sheriff knocking on my door Ain't it funny how the time flies Sitting on my sailing boat Sipping off my champaign Suzy baby all at sea Say she want to come again Feeling like a paper cup Blowing down a storm drain Got myself a sailing boat But I can't afford (a cabaret?) CHORUS |
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from AC/DC - Powerage (2000)
She had the way
Had the way The way of letting me know She knew the game Called the play Oh she hit me low She said, Now you go your way I'll go mine And that's a start Doctor, doctor Ain't no cure For the pain in my heart CHORUS: Gimme a bullet to bite on Something to chew Gimme a bullet to bite on And I'll make believe I'll make believe it's you Don't need no drink Don't need no drug Don't need no sympathy Sooner or later Send me a bill For what she's doing to me Operator Long distance lips On the telephone Come tomorrow Come to grips With me all alone CHORUS Bullet to bite on |
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from AC/DC - Powerage (2000)
Two faced woman with the two faced lies
I hope your two faced living made you satisfied Tell me baby I was your only one While you've been running around town with every mother's son Told your story about the women like you Told your story about the things you do I used to think that you were sugar and spice I should've listened to my mother's advice CHORUS: Kicked in the teeth again Sometimes you lose, sometimes you win Kicked in the teeth again Ain't this misery ever gonna end? And I've been kicked in the teeth Kicked in the teeth again Two faced woman, such a crying shame Don't know nothing, you're all the same You run around, hope you had your fun You never know who's gonna win till the race been run CHORUS |
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from AC/DC - Powerage (2000)
See it on the television every day
Hear it on the radio It ain't humid but it sure is hot Down in Mexico The boy is trying to tell me Near enough to the edge (?) Say they've all been there Too late my friend CHORUS: Riff raff Always good for a laugh (ha ha ha) Riff raff Go on, laugh yourself in half (Smile awhile) Now I'm the kind of guy who keeps his big mouth shut Don't bother me Somebody give me one arm up Leave me in misery I've never shot nobody Don't even carry a gun I ain't done nothing wrong I'm just having fun CHORUS |
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from AC/DC - Powerage (2000)
Diamonds and dust
Poor man last, rich man first Lambourginis, caviar Dry martinis, Shangri-la I got a burning feeling Deep inside of me It's yearning But I'm going to set it free CHORUS: I'm going in to sin city I'm gonna win in sin city Where the lights are bright Do the town tonight I'm gonna win in sin city (I'm gonna rule you baby) Ladders and snakes Ladders give, snakes take Rich man, poor man, beggarman, thief Ain't got a hope in hell, that's my belief Fingers Freddy, Diamond Jim They're getting ready, look out I'm coming in So spin that wheel, cut that pack And roll those loaded dice Bring on the dancing girls And put the champaign on ice CHORUS |
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from AC/DC - Powerage (2000)
Well I tied my baby to the railroad track
Cannonball down the line Giving that woman just a one more chance To give it to me one more time Engineer wishing he was home in bed Dreaming about Casey Jones Wide-eyed woman heading a mile ahead Thinking about broken bones CHORUS: It's her love that I want It's her love that I need It's her love got to have It's her love Heavenly body flying across the sky Superman was out of town Come on honey, gotta change your tune Cause it's a long way down Clark Kent looking for a free ride Thinking about Louise Lane It's a bird, it's a plane, it's - a suicide And that'd be a shame CHORUS But what's next to the moon? Long Arm looking for a fingerprint Trying to find the mystery clue Hitting me with the third degree Working on a thumb screw Alright, officer, I confess Everything's coming back I didn't mean to hurt that woman of mine It was a heart attack CHORUS What's next to the moon |
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from AC/DC - Live (2 Cd Collector's Edition) (2003)
Are you ready
Are you ready Are you ready Are you ready Sweet apple pie Standing in the street Hands outta line Looking for some meat (heat?) She take you high When you feel her sting She make you fly And you know you're coming Who all need it - who Who all need it - you Who all need it, who all need it (yes you do) You all breathe it, we all need it Are you ready for a good time Then get ready for the night line Are you ready for a good time Then get ready for the night line Are you ready for a good time She making eyes At everything she meet ain't it a crime When she make you pump heat She make you fly Because that's her thing She make you dry And you know you're broken in Who all need it, who all need it (yes you do) You all breathe it, we all need it Are you ready for a good time Then get ready for the night line Are you ready for a good time Then get ready for the night line Are you ready for a good time Get with it Who all need it, who all need it You all breathe it, we all breathe it Are you ready for a good time Then get ready for the night line Are you ready for a good time Are you ready for a good time Are you ready Are you ready for a good time I want a good time Are you ready for a good time Are you, are you ready Are you ready for a good time Good, good, good, good time Are you ready for a good time Are you ready, ready, ready Are you ready for a good time Are you ready for a good time |
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from AC/DC - Live (2 Cd Collector's Edition) (2003)
Back in black
I hit the sack I've been too long I'm glad to be back Yes I'm let loose From the noose That's kept me hanging about Lookin' 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 'Cause I'm back Yes I'm back Well I'm back Yes I'm back Well I'm hey hey hey hey (Hey hey hey hey) Well I'm back in black Yes 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 band, with a gang They've got to catch me if they want me to hang Cause I'm back on the track And I'm beatin' the flack Nobody's gonna get me on another rap So look at me now I'm just makin' my play Don't try to push your luck Just get out of my way 'Cause I'm back Yes I'm back Well I'm back Yes I'm back Well I'm hey hey hey hey (Hey hey hey hey) Well I'm back in black Yes I'm back in black Well I'm back, Yes I'm back Well I'm back, Yes I'm back Well I'm hey hey hey hey (Hey hey hey hey) Well I'm back in black Yes I'm back in black Oh yeah Oh yeah Yes I am Hey yeah, yeah oh yeah Back in now Well I'm hey hey hey hey, I'm back Hey hey hey hey, (I'm back) Hey hey hey hey, (I'm back) Hey hey hey hey, (I'm back) Hey hey hey hey, (I'm back) Hey hey hey hey Back in black Yes I'm back in black Out of sight |
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from AC/DC - Live (2 Cd Collector's Edition) (2003)
The song in question is Loch Lomond,
which goes something like the following: I'll take the high road And you'll take the low road And I'll be in Scotland afore ye But me and my true love Will never meet again On the bonny, bonny banks of Loch Lomond Here is the complete song.... By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie braes, Where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomon'. where me and my true love were ever wont to gae On the bonnie, bonnie banks o' Loch Lomon'. O ye'll tak' the high road and I'll tak the low road, An' I'll be in Scotland afore ye; But me and my true love will never meet again On the bonnie, bonnie banks o' Loch Lomon'. 'Twas there that we parted in yon shady glen, On the steep, steep side o' Ben Lomon', Where in purple hue the Hieland hills we view, An' the moon comin' out in the gloamin'. O ye'll tak' the high road and I'll tak the low road, An' I'll be in Scotland afore ye; But me and my true love will never meet again On the bonnie, bonnie banks o' Loch Lomon'. |
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from AC/DC - Live (2 Cd Collector's Edition) (2003)
If you're havin' trouble with the high school head
He's givin' you the blues You wanna graduate but not in his bed Here's what you gotta do Pick up the phone, I'm always home Call me any time Just ring 36 24 36, hey I lead a life of crime Dirty deeds done dirt cheap Dirty deeds done dirt cheap Dirty deeds done dirt cheap (Dirty deeds and they're done dirt cheap) (Dirty deeds and they're done dirt cheap) You got problems in your life of love You got a broken heart He's double dealin' with your best friend That's when the teardrops start, fella Pick up the phone, I'm here alone Or make a social call Come right in, forget 'bout him We'll have ourselves a ball, hey Dirty deeds done dirt cheap Dirty deeds done dirt cheap Dirty deeds done dirt cheap (Dirty deeds and they're done dirt cheap) Oh (Dirty deeds and they're done dirt cheap) Yeah If you got a lady and you want her gone But you ain't got the guts She keeps naggin' at you night and day Enough to drive you nuts Pick up the phone, leave her alone It's time you made a stand For a fee, I'm happy to be Your back door man, hey Dirty deeds done dirt cheap Dirty deeds done dirt cheap Dirty deeds done dirt cheap (Dirty deeds and they're done dirt cheap) Yeah (Dirty deeds and they're done dirt cheap) (Dirty deeds and they're done dirt cheap) (Dirty deeds and they're done dirt cheap) Concrete shoes, cyanide, TNT (Done dirt cheap) Neck ties, contracts, high voltage (Done dirt cheap) Dirty deeds done dirt cheap Dirty deeds done dirt cheap Dirty deeds ... Done dirt cheap Dirty deeds Dirty deeds, dirty deeds Done dirt cheap, yeah |
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from AC/DC - Live (2 Cd Collector's Edition) (2003)
Wild beast
I'll make you mine Taste your kiss Sweet lips divine She got moves, drips of sweat She got eyes of blue, body curves, legs that'll break your nerves Fire, when she's going down Fire, then she make you drown Fire, then she blow you round Yeah, you want some fun Fire your guns, Fire your guns, Fire your guns, Fire your guns That lady bites Hard style Drips of sex Eyes are wild She got moves Long long legs She got eyes of blue, body curves, Legs that'll shake the earth Fire, when she's going down Fire, then she make you drown Fire, then she blow you round Yeah, you want some fun Fire your guns, Fire your guns, Fire your guns, Fire your guns Fire, when she's going down Fire, then she make you drown Fire, then she blow you round Yeah, you want some fun Fire your guns, Fire your guns, Fire your guns, Fire your guns Fire your guns, Fire your guns, Fire your guns, Fire your guns Fire your guns Fire your guns |
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from AC/DC - Live (2 Cd Collector's Edition) (2003)
Oh yeah, yeah
Whoa, oh oh We roll 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 a 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 Oh, salute 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 Oh, 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 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 who give, for those who take Those left high and those on the make We salute you, yeah We salute you We salute you We salute you Fire! |
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from AC/DC - Live (2 Cd Collector's Edition) (2003)
Gettin' ready to rock, gettin' ready to roll
Gonna turn up the heat, gonna fire up the coal I gotta keep that motor turnin' I gotta keep that engine clean I gotta keep those tyres burnin' I've got the best you've ever seen Cos I'm a heatseeker, chargin' up the sky Heatseeker, and I, don't need no life preserver Don't need no one to hose me down To hose me down Getting ready to break, get ready to go Get your shoes off an' shake, get your head down and blow Ya gotta keep that woman firin' You gotta keep that circuit clean You gotta make her sound the siren You gotta hear that lady scream Cos I'm a heatseeker, burnin' up the town Heatseeker, I don't, I don't need no life preserver Don't need no one to hose me down To hose me down, here it comes Heatseeker Wanna see you get up, see the whites of your eyes I'm a heatseeker I'm gonna measure you, gonna try you for size I'm a heatseeker Ya gotta keep that motor turnin' Ya gotta keep that engine clean Ya gotta keep those tyres burnin' I got the best you've ever seen I'm a heatseeker I don't need no life preserver Don't need no one to hose me down I'm a heatseeker, I'm a heatseeker, heatseeker Out on the street feel the heat |
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from AC/DC - Live (2 Cd Collector's Edition) (2003)
I'm a rolling thunder, a pouring rain
I'm comin' on like a hurricane My 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 bell, I'm gonna take you to hell I'm gonna get you, Satan get you 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 God'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 bell, I'm gonna take you to hell I'm gonna get you, Satan get you Hell's bells Ah, hell's bells You got me ringing, hell's bells My temperature's high, hell's bells 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 Hell's bells |
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from AC/DC - Live (2 Cd Collector's Edition) (2003)
(well) You ask me 'bout the clothes I wear
And you ask me why I grow my hair And you ask me why I'm in a band I dig doin' one night stands and You wanna see me do my thing All you gotta do is plug me into high I said high High voltage rock 'n' roll High voltage rock 'n' roll High voltage, High voltage High voltage rock 'n' roll rock 'n' roll You ask me why I like to dance And you ask me why I like to sing And you ask me why I like to play I got to get my kicks some way and You wanna know what I'm all about Come on let me hear you shout high I said high High voltage rock 'n' roll High voltage rock 'n' roll High voltage, High voltage High voltage rock 'n' roll rock 'n' roll I said high, I said high Waaaah! High voltage rock 'n' roll High voltage rock 'n' roll High voltage, high voltage High voltage rock 'n' roll (mumble, mumble...) Spotlight, put the lights out, happy hour! High voltage rock 'n' roll High voltage rock 'n' roll Wine, women and song High voltage, high voltage Wine women and song High voltage rock 'n' roll |
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from AC/DC - Live (2 Cd Collector's Edition) (2003)
Livin' easy
Lovin' free Season ticket on a one way ride Askin' nothin' Leave me be Takin' everythin' in my stride Don't need reason Don't need rhyme Ain't nothin' I'd rather do Goin' down Party time My friends are gonna be there too I'm on the highway to hell On the highway to hell Highway to hell I'm on the highway to hell No stop signs Speed limit Nobody's gonna slow me down Like a wheel Gonna spin it Nobody's gonna mess me 'round Hey Satan Payin' my dues Playin' in a rocking band Hey momma Look at me I'm on my way to the Promised Land I'm on the highway to hell Highway to hell I'm on the highway to hell Highway to hell Mmm, don't stop me Ehh, ehh, oww I'm on the highway to hell On the highway to hell I'm on the highway to hell On the highway to... Hellllllll Highway to hell (I'm on the highway to hell) Highway to hell (Highway to hell) Highway to hell (I'm on the highway to hell) Highway to Hell And I'm goin' down, all the way, wowwww I'm on the highway to hell |
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from AC/DC - Live (2 Cd Collector's Edition) (2003)
There was a friend of mine on murder
And the judge's gavel fell Jury found him guilty Gave him sixteen years in hell He said "I ain't spending my life here I ain't living alone Ain't breaking no rocks on the chain gang I'm breakin' out and headin' home Gonna make a jailbreak And I'm lookin' towards the sky I'm gonna make a jailbreak Oh, how I wish that I could fly All in the name of liberty All in the name of liberty Got to be free Jailbreak, let me out of here Jailbreak, sixteen years Jailbreak, had more than I can take Jailbreak, yeah" He said he'd seen his lady being fooled with By another man She was down and he was up He had a gun in his hand Bullets started flying everywhere And people started to scream Big man lying on the ground With a hole in his body Where his life had been But it was - All in the name of liberty All in the name of liberty I got to be free Jailbreak, jailbreak I got to break out Out of here Heartbeats they were racin' Freedom he was chasin' Spotlights, sirens, rifles firing But he made it out With a bullet in his back |
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from AC/DC - Live (2 Cd Collector's Edition) (2003)
In the beginning
Back in nineteen fifty five Man didn't know 'bout a rock 'n' roll show And all that jive The white man had the schmaltz The black man had the blues No one knew what they was gonna do But Tchaikovsky had the news, he said Let there be sound, and there was sound Let there be light, and there was light Let there be drums, there was drums Let there be guitar, there was guitar Let there be rock And it came to pass That rock 'n' roll was born All across the land every rockin' band Was blowin' up a storm And the guitar man got famous The business man got rich And in every bar there was a superstar With a seven year itch There was fifteen million fingers Learnin' how to play And you could hear the fingers pickin' And this is what they had to say Let there be light, sound, drums, guitar Let there be rock One night in a club called the Shakin' Hand There was a 42 decibel rockin' band And the music was good And the music was loud And the singer turned and he said to the crowd Let there be rock |
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from AC/DC - Live (2 Cd Collector's Edition) (2003)
Tailored suits, chauffeured cars
Fine hotels and big cigars Up for grabs, all for a price Where the red hot girls keep on dancin' 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 had enough, you ship 'em out The dollar's up, down, you 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 break the laws You hustle, you deal, you steal from us all Come on, come on, love me for the money (Money talks) Come on, come on, listen to the money talk (Money talks) Come on, come on, love me for the money (Money talks) 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 (Money talks) Come on, come on, listen to the money talk (Money talks) Come on, come on, love me for the money (Money talks) Come on, come on, listen to the money talk Come on, come on, love me for the money (Money talks) Come on, come on, listen to the money talk (Money talks) Come on, come on, love me for the money (Money talks) Come on, come on, listen to the money talk Money talks |
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from AC/DC - Live (2 Cd Collector's Edition) (2003)
All you women who want a man of the street
You don't know which way you wanna turn Just keep a 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 with too many pills, yeah Shoot to thrill, play to kill I got my gun at the ready, gonna fire at will, yeah 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 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 with 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, I can't get my fill I shoot to thrill, play to kill Yeah, pull the trigger Pull it, pull it, pull it, pull the trigger Oh Shoot to thrill, play to kill Too many women, with too many pills I said, 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 And I can't get enough, and I can't get my thrill Cause I shoot to thrill, play it again Yeah Shoot you down Yeah I'm gonna get you to the bottom and shoot you I'm gonna shoot you Oh hoo yeah yeah yeah I'm gonna shoot you down yeah yeah I'm gonna get you down Yeah yeah yeah yeah Shoot you, shoot you, shoot you, shoot you down Shoot you, shoot you, shoot you down Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ooooooh I'm gonna shoot to thrill Play to kill, shoot to thrill |
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from AC/DC - Live (2 Cd Collector's Edition) (2003)
Diamonds and dust
Poor man last, rich man first Lamborghinis, caviar Dry martinis, Shangri-La I got a burning feeling Deep inside of me It's yearning But I'm going to set it free CHORUS: I'm going in to sin city I'm gonna win in sin city Where the lights are bright Do the town tonight I'm gonna win in sin city (I'm gonna rule you baby) Ladders and snakes Ladders give, snakes take Rich man, poor man, beggarman, thief Ain't got a hope in hell, that's my belief Fingers Freddy, Diamond Jim They're getting ready, look out I'm coming in So spin that wheel, cut that pack And roll those loaded dice Bring on the dancing girls And put the champagne on ice CHORUS |
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from AC/DC - Live (2 Cd Collector's Edition) (2003)
Oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi
Oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi See me ride out of the sunset On your colour TV screen Out for all that I can get If you know what I mean Women to the left of me And women to the right Ain't got no gun Ain't got no knife Don't you start no fight 'Cause I'm (T.N.T.) I'm dynamite (T.N.T.) And I'll win the fight (T.N.T.) I'm a power load (T.N.T.) Watch me explode I'm dirty, mean, mighty unclean I'm a wanted man Public enemy number one Understand? So lock up your daughter Lock up your wife Lock up your back door And run for your life The man is back in town So don't you mess me 'round 'Cause I'm (T.N.T.) I'm dynamite (T.N.T.) And I'll win the fight (T.N.T.) I'm a power load (T.N.T.) Watch me explode (T.N.T.) Oi, oi, oi (T.N.T.) Oi, oi, oi (T.N.T.) Oi, oi, oi (T.N.T.) Oi, oi, oi (T.N.T.) I'm dynamite (Oi, oi, oi) (T.N.T.) And I'll win the fight (Oi, oi, oi) (T.N.T.) I'm a power load (Oi, oi, oi) (T.N.T.) Watch me explode |
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from AC/DC - Live (2 Cd Collector's Edition) (2003)
She gave me the queen
She gave me the king She was wheelin' and dealin' Just doin' her thing She was holdin' a pair But I had to try Her deuce was wild But my ace was high But how was I to know That she'd been dealt with before? Said she'd never had a full house But I should have known From the tattoo on her left leg And the garter on her right She'd have the card to bring me down If she played it right She's got the Jack She's got the Jack She's got the Jack She's got the Jack She's got the Jack She's got the Jack She's got the Jack She's got the Jack She's got the Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack She's got the Jack Poker face was her name Poker face was her nature Poker straight was her game If she knew she could get you She played 'em fast And she played 'em hard She could close her eyes And feel every card But how was I to know That she'd been shuffled before? Said she'd never had a royal flush But I should have known That all the cards were comin' From the bottom of the pack And if I'd known what she was dealin' out I'd have dealt it back She's got the Jack She's got the Jack She's got the Jack, and who knows what else? She's got the Jack, yeah, yeah She's got the Jack She's got the Jack She's got the Jack She's got the Jack She's got the Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack She's got the Jack She's got the Jack She's got the Jack Ooh, was a bad deal, Jack She gave me the Jack, hey She's got the Jack She's got the Jack She's got the Jack Ooh, can't ya tell? She's got the Jack Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack She's got the Jack She's got the Jack She's got the Jack She's got the Jack You never know, she's got the Jack She's got the Jack She's got the Jack She's got the Jack, and it hurts! She's got the Jack She's got the Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack She's got the Jack AAAAAAAAAAAAH! Oooooh! "Thank you, thank you, thank you people, thank you, thank you. I'm glad you like the show, yes, thank you very much folks. Goodnight and God bless!" |
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from AC/DC - Live (2 Cd Collector's Edition) (2003)
Ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh
Ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh Ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh Ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh Ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh Ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh (Thunder) Ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh (Thunder) Ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh (Thunder) Ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh (Thunder) Ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh (Thunder) Ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh (Thunder) Ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh (Thunder) (Thunder) (Thunder) (Thunder) I was caught In the middle of a railroad track (Thunder) Looked around And I knew there was no turning back (Thunder) My mind raced And I thought, "What can 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 Tore me apart You've been thunderstruck Went down the highway Broke the limit, we hit the town Went through to Texas, yeah, Texas And we had some fun We met some girls Some dancers who gave a good time Broke all the rules, played all the fools Yeah, yeah, they, they, they blew our minds And I was shakin' at the knees Could I come again please? Yeah, the ladies were too kind You've been thunderstruck Thunderstruck Yeah yeah yeah, thunderstruck Ooh, thunderstruck Yeah Now we're shaking at the knees Could I come again please? Ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh Ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh Ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh Ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh Thunderstruck Thunderstruck Yeah yeah yeah, thunderstruck Thunderstruck, yeah yeah yeah Said yeah, it's alright We're doing fine Yeah, it's alright We're doing fine, so fine Thunderstruck, yeah yeah yeah Thunderstruck, thunderstruck Thunderstruck Whoa baby baby, thunderstruck You've been thunderstruck (Ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh) Thunderstruck (Ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh) Thunderstruck (Ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh) Thunderstruck (Ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh) You've been thunderstruck |
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from AC/DC - Live (2 Cd Collector's Edition) (2003)
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, who? And who made who? 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 an 8-bit town So don't look down, no CHORUS Ain't nobody told you, who made who? |
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from AC/DC - Live (2 Cd Collector's Edition) (2003)
Wanna tell you a story
'Bout a woman I know When it comes to lovin' Oh, she steals the show She ain't exactly pretty She ain't exactly small 42-39-56 You could say she's got it all Never had a woman, never had a woman like you Doin' all the things, doin' all the things you do Ain't no fairy story Ain't no skin-and-bones But you give all you got, weighin' in at nineteen stone You're a whole lotta woman A whole lotta woman A whole lotta Rosie A whole lotta Rosie A whole lotta Rosie And you're a whole lotta woman Honey, you can do, do it to me all night long Only one can turn, only one can turn me on All through the night-time Right around the clock To my suprise, Rosie never stops She was a whole lotta woman A whole lotta woman A whole lotta Rosie A whole lotta Rosie A whole lotta Rosie A whole lotta woman, yeah-yeah-yeah You're a whole lotta woman A whole lotta woman A whole lotta Rosie A whole lotta Rosie You're a whole lotta Rosie A whole lotta woman, yeah-yeah-yeah |
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from AC/DC - Live (2 Cd Collector's Edition) (2003)
She was a fast machine
She kept her motor clean She was the best damn woman that I ever seen She had the sightless eyes Telling me no lies And knockin' me out with those American thighs Taking more than her share Had me fighting for air She told me to come, but I was already there 'Cause the walls started shaking The earth was quaking My mind was aching And we were making it And you 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 Wanted no applause Just another course Made a meal out of me and come back for more Had to cool me down To take another round Now I'm back in the ring to take another swing But the walls were shaking The earth was quaking My mind was aching And we were making it And you Shook me all night long Yeah, you Shook me all night long And knocked me out, I said, you Shook me all night long You had me shaking and you Shook me all night long Yeah, you shook me When you took me Ah, you Shook me all night long You really took me and you Shook me all night long Yeah yeah, you Shook me all night long You really got me and you Shook me all night long Yeah, you shook me Yeah, you shook me all night long |
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from AC/DC - Live (2003)
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've been looking at the sky 'cause it's gettin' me high, Forget the hearse cause I never die. I got nine lives, cat's eyes, Abusin' every one of them and running wild 'Cause I'm back! Yes, I'm back! Oh, I'm Back! Yes, I'm back! Well, I'm back, back. Well, I'm back in black, back in black! Ow! 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 back on the track and I'm beatin the flack, Nobody's gonna get me on another rap. So look at me now, I'm just makin' my play, Don't try to push your luck, just get out of my way 'Cause I'm back! Yes, I'm back! Well, I'm back! Yes, I'm back! Well, I'm back, back. Well, I'm back in black, back in black, ow |
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from AC/DC - Live (2003)
If you're havin' trouble with your high school head
He's givin' you the blues You wanna graduate but not in 'is bed [...but not in his debt] Here's what you gotta do - Pick up the phone I'm always home Call me any time Just ring 36 24 36 hey [36 24 36 8] I lead a life of crime Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap Dirty Deeds and they're Done Dirt Cheap You got problems in your life of love You got a broken heart (She's) He's double dealin' with your best friend That's when the teardrops start - fella Pick up the phone I'm here alone Or make a social call Come right in Forget about him We'll have ourselves a ball Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap Dirty Deeds and they're Done Dirt Cheap If you got a lady and you want her gone But you ain't got the guts She keeps naggin' at you night and day Enough to drive you nuts - Pick up the phone Leave her alone It's time you made a stand For a fee I'm happy to be Your back door man Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap Dirty Deeds and they're Done Dirt Cheap Concrete shoes, cyanide, TNT Done Dirt Cheap Neckties, contracts, high voltage Done Dirt Cheap |
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from AC/DC - Live (2003)
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, 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 (x4) Shoot, shoot (x2) For those of you, for those who ???? Yeah (Ain't gonna get tired, won't take a break, we salute you.) We salute you (x3) Fire |
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from AC/DC - Live (2003)
(Oooh, we're gettin' ready
Ow Here we go hahaha I'm ready Oooh) Getting ready to rock Getting 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 Getting ready to break Getting ready to go Get your shoes off and shake Get your head down and blow You gotta keep that woman 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, 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 (Aw yeah, here ya go, yow! Ready? Heatseeker!) I wanna see you get up And see the whites of your eyes And I'm a heatseeker, heatseeker, yeah! 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, and 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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from AC/DC - Live (2003)
I'm a rolling thunder, a pouring rain
I'm comin' on like a hurricane My 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 bell, I'm gonna take you to hell I'm gonna get you, Satan get you *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 bell, I'm gonna take you to hell I'm gonna get you, Satan get you *Repeat 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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from AC/DC - Live (2003)
Living easy, living free
Season ticket on a one-way ride Asking nothing, leave me be Taking everything in my stride Don't need reason, don't need rhyme Ain't nothing I would rather do Going down, party time My friends are gonna be there too I'm on the highway to hell No stop signs, speed limit Nobody's gonna slow me down Like a wheel, gonna spin it Nobody's gonna mess me round Hey Satan, payed my dues Playing in a rocking band Hey Momma, look at me I'm on my way to the promised land I'm on the highway to hell (Don't stop me) And I'm going down, all the way down I'm on the highway to hell |
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from AC/DC - Live (2003)
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 moneytalk Come on, come on, love me for the money Come on, come on, listen to the moneytalk 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 break 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 moneytalk Come on, come on, love me for the money Come on, come on, listen to the moneytalk Moneytalks, 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 moneytalk Come on, come on, love me for the money Come on, come on, listen to the moneytalk Moneytalks, moneytalk, talk, talk Hear it talk Yeah, yeah, yeah Moneytalks |
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from AC/DC - Live (2003)
All you women who want a man of the street
You don't know which way you wanna turn Just keep a 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 with too many pills, yeah Shoot to thrill, play to kill I got my gun at the ready, gonna fire at will, yeah 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 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 with 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, I can't get my fill I shoot to thrill, play to kill Yeah, pull the trigger Pull it, pull it, pull it, pull the trigger Oh Shoot to thrill, play to kill Too many women, with too many pills I said, 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 And I can't get enough, and I can't get my thrill Cause I shoot to thrill, play it again Yeah Shoot you down Yeah I'm gonna get you to the bottom and shoot you I'm gonna shoot you Oh hoo yeah yeah yeah I'm gonna shoot you down yeah yeah I'm gonna get you down Yeah yeah yeah yeah Shoot you, shoot you, shoot you, shoot you down Shoot you, shoot you, shoot you down Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ooooooh I'm gonna shoot to thrill Play to kill, shoot to thrill |
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from AC/DC - Live (2003)
Oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi
Oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi See me ride out of the sunset On your colour TV screen Out for all that I can get If you know what I mean Women to the left of me And women to the right Ain't got no gun Ain't got no knife Don't you start no fight 'Cause I'm (T.N.T.) I'm dynamite (T.N.T.) And I'll win the fight (T.N.T.) I'm a power load (T.N.T.) Watch me explode I'm dirty, mean, mighty unclean I'm a wanted man Public enemy number one Understand? So lock up your daughter Lock up your wife Lock up your back door And run for your life The man is back in town So don't you mess me 'round 'Cause I'm (T.N.T.) I'm dynamite (T.N.T.) And I'll win the fight (T.N.T.) I'm a power load (T.N.T.) Watch me explode (T.N.T.) Oi, oi, oi (T.N.T.) Oi, oi, oi (T.N.T.) Oi, oi, oi (T.N.T.) Oi, oi, oi (T.N.T.) I'm dynamite (Oi, oi, oi) (T.N.T.) And I'll win the fight (Oi, oi, oi) (T.N.T.) I'm a power load (Oi, oi, oi) (T.N.T.) Watch me explode |
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from AC/DC - Live (2003)
Here's a song of the record High Voltage
This one is a song about the clap Now we call it `She's got the Jack' We'd like to give this one to you Psssst Gonorrhea, oh no, I just had my first dose Of gonorrhea She gave me her mind Then she gave me her body But it seems to me That she gave it to anybody But I made her cry And I made her scream (scream for me) [Audience screams] I took her high And I curdled her cream But how was I to know that she had been there before She told me she was a virgin She was number nine, ninety-nine on the clinical list And I fell in love with the dirty little bitch She's got the Jack (I hate to tell you this darling) I searched her mind And then I searched her body ...But so did everybody But she gave me her heart And she gave me her soul And a great, big - warn out Empty hole But how was I to know it had been filled in before She said, "Bon, I've never had the urgency" She was number nine, ninety-nine on the critical list And I fell in love with the dirty little bitch She's got the Jack (I'll kill her) (Oh and it hurts) You know, I woke up one morning, and there it was on the sheets - the clap Now I know you all call it the clap over here so what I'm gonna do I'm gonna say "She's got the --", and I want you all to shout out Just what it is she's got, in this case it's the clap And if you wanna know who gave it to her, don't look at me She's got the ... (I wanna hear your voices) She's got the ... clap She's got the ... clap She's got the ... clap (That guy down there, whatta you doing?) She's got the ... clap (Yeah, you show me) She's got the ... clap She's got the ... clap (She got that too, ha?) She's got the ... clap (I think what she needs ... is an Angus Young penicilian) Angus Young Alright She's got the Jack Oh yes she has |
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(Thunder) (x10)
I was caught In the middle of a railroad track (Thunder) [...of a lightning attack] I looked round And I knew there was no turning 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 Tore me apart You've been - thunderstruck [Rode | Went] down the highway Broke the limit, we hit the town Went through to Texas, yeah Texas And we had some fun We met some girls Some dancers who gave a good time Broke all the rules, played all the fools Yeah, yeah, they, they, they blew our minds I was shakin' at the knees Could I come again please? Yeah the ladies were too kind You've been - thunderstruck, thunderstruck Yeah yeah yeah, thunderstruck Yeah Oh, thunderstruck, yeah Now we're shaking at the knees Could I come again please? Thunderstruck, thunderstruck Yeah yeah yeah, thunderstruck Thunderstruck, yeah, yeah, yeah Said yeah, it's alright We're doing fine Yeah, it's alright We're doing fine (So fine) Thunderstruck, yeah, yeah, yeah, Tunderstruck, thunderstruck, thunderstruck Whoa baby, baby, thunderstruck You've been thunderstruck, thunderstruck Thunderstruck, thunderstruck, thunderstruck You've been thunderstruck |
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from AC/DC - Live (2003)
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 *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 an 8-bit town So don't look down, no *Repeat Ain't nobody told you, who made who? |
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Wanna tell you a story
'Bout a woman I know When it comes to lovin' Oh she steals the show She ain't exactly pretty Ain't exactly small Forty-two, thirty-nine, fifty-six You could say she's got it all Never had a woman Never had a woman like you Doing all the things Doing all the things you do Ain't no fairy story Ain't no skin and bone But you give it all you got Weighing in at nineteen stone *You're a whole lotta woman A whole lotta woman Whole lotta Rosie And you're a whole lotta woman Oh honey you can do it Do it to me all night long Only one to turn Only one to turn me on All through the night time And right around the clock To my surprise Rosie never stops *Repeat |
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from AC/DC - Live (2003)
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 come but I was already there 'Cause the walls start shaking The earth was quaking My mind was aching And we were makin it and you - *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 makin it and you - *Repeat 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 really 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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