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Motörhead Mot Ouml Rhead

Hammer pounding in my heart, I think it's gonna burst Spring unwinding in my head, I don't know which is worse I hear you talking but the words are kinda

Babe, you're dressed to kill tonight I get ahead of myself If you knew what you do to me You'll be with someone else Jump back, be cool You make me feel

Here we are in confusion Could be it's all an illusion Who knows the times to come The years to face, the race to run We believe in the graven image

Big-time, poor boy, out your pain again Jet plane, outside looking for another friend O my, look out, give it up, twist and shout Dog-face boy, dog-face

You might be a financial wizard With a sack of loots But all I see is a slimy lizard With an expensive suits Go on and run your corporation Go on and

Here we are about to blow a fuse Hold it down 'cause if you move you lose Give me time, I need to make mistakes Give me love before my poor heart breaks

You know I'm rollin', you know I'm coming through Hear me howlin', catchin' up on you Station to station, beating up the track Check on your time, 'cos

You only get a single chance The rules are very plain The truth is well concealed inside The details of the game You can see it coming You can hear it

Nobody gives a damn about anybody else Think everybody should feel the way they feel themselves Rich men think that happiness is a million dollar bills