Tekstovi: Motorhead. Dancing On Your Grave.

I bet you thought you're a real operator
But I don't know why
All you had was a bankroll, babe
And a glint in your eyes

I'm high steppin' like an Indian brave
I'm the one, dancing on your grave

You know, I'm a killer, babe
It's late news for you
You couldn't buy me with a million, babe
'Cause I'm too good for you, uh

I know, you think I'm a real rough trade
Now I'm the one, dancing on your grave

Chow

Once I knew you as a real high-stepper
On the high trapeze
But you know, you ran outta money
Wound up on your knees

I'm the one you never made
And now I'm the one, dancing on your grave

I'm the one