Back in Black (1980)
01. Hells Bells
| I'm rolling thunder, pouring rain I'm coming 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 ya, satan get ya Hells bells I'll give you black sensations up and down your spine Hells bells Hells bells, satan's coming to you |
| All you women who want a man of the street Don't know which way you wanna turn Just keep a coming And put your hand out to me Cos 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 I'm like evil, I get under your skin Shoot to thrill play to kill Pull the trigger, pull it! Ah, shoot to thrill play to kill Yeah |
03. What Do You Do For Money Honey
| You're workin' in bars ridin' in cars Never gonna give it for free Your apartment with a view on the finest avenue Lookin' at your beat on the street You're always pushin', shovin', satisfied with nothing You bitch you must be gettin' old So stop your life on the road All your diggin' for gold You make me wonder Yes I wonder, I wonder Honey, what do you do for money You're lovin' on the take and you're always on the make Honey, what do you do for money What do you do for money honey Honey, what do you do for money, I said |
| Oooh, yeah She take you down easy Going down to her knees Going down to the devil Down down at ninety degrees She blowing me crazy 'Til my ammunition is dry Ah she's using her head again She's using her head Ah she's using her head again I'm justa giving the dog a bone (giving the dog a bone) She's no Mona Lisa I'm justa giving the dog a bone (giving the dog a bone) She's got the power of union, yeah Giving the dog a bone (giving the dog a bone) |
05. Let Me Put My Love Into You
| Flying on a free flight Driving all night with my machinery Cause I, I got the power, any hour To show the man in me I got, reputations blown to pieces, with my artillery I'll be guiding in, we'll be riding Giving what you got to me Don't you struggle Don't you fight Don't you worry 'cause it's your turn tonight Let me put my love into you babe Ah, like a fever burning faster Let me put my love into you babe Let me, let me Let me give it all |
| Back in black, I hit the sack I been too long, I'm glad to be back Yes I'm, let loose from the noose That's kept me hanging about I keep looking at the sky cause it's gettin' me high Forget the hearse cause I'll never die I got nine lives cat's eyes Using every one of them and runnin' wild 'Cause I'm back Back in the back of a Cadillac 'Cause I'm back Well I'm back, yes I'm back Well I'm back (I'm back) |
07. You Shook Me All Night Long
| 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 Knocking 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 making it And you shook me all night long Working double time on the seduction line And you shook me all night long You really took me and you |
| Whiskey gin and brandy With a glass I'm pretty handy I'm tryin' to walk a straight line On sour mash and cheap wine So join me for a drink boys We gonna make a big noise So don't worry 'bout tomorrow Take it today Forget about the cheque we'll get hell to pay Have a drink on me I'm dizzy drunk and fightin' Have a drink on me Have a drink on me Gonna roll around |
| Idle juvenile on the street on the street He's kickin' everything with his feet with his feet Fightin' on the wrong side of the law of the law Don't kick don't fight don't sleep at night Keepin' out of trouble with eyes in the back of my face Shake a leg shake your head Magazines wet dreams dirty women on machine's for me Shake a leg shake your head Idle juvenile on the street on the street |
10. Rock'N'Roll Ain't Noise Pollution
| Alright Hey there all you middle men Throw away your fancy clothes And why you out there sittin' on a fence So get off your arse and come down here Cause rock 'n' roll ain't no riddle man To me it makes good good sense Good sense let's go Heavy decibels are playing on my guitar Rock 'n' roll ain't noise pollution I took a look inside your bedroom door Rock 'n' roll ain't noise pollution Rock 'n' roll ain't noise pollution |
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