Альбом Motörhead

This is it!
Breaking up or breaking through,
Breaking something's all we can do,
Shoot straight, travel far,
Stone crazy's all we ever are,
But I don't care for lies,
And I won't tell you twice,
Because when all else fails,
Dead Men Tell No Tales

Shooting up and laying back,
A bit of guts is all that you lack,
Far behind the stable door,
I know you've met that horse before,
But I don't care for skag,
And this sure ain't no blag,
At the end the drag stop trails,
Dead Men Tell No Tales

You used to be my friend,
But that friendship's coming to an end,
My meaning must be clear,
You know pity is all that you hear,
But if you're doing smack,
You won't be coming back,
I ain't the one to make your bail,
Dead Men Tell No Tales

Your evil eye, in the night,
Cruising low, flashing white,
There together, in the dark,
But it ain't no friend just another scared nark.

Lawman, I think you're a poor man

Every time you speak to me,
Makes it plain that you don't see,
What's really happening here,
You just confuse respect with fear.

Lawman, I think you're a poor man

I see you in the Crown Court,
Seems to me it's like a blood sport,
I know you live by a book of rules,
But anyone who needs a book is a fool.

Lawman, I think you're a poor man

Hello victims!
I can almost taste it,
It's the need to see you die,
You thought you had it made,
Well here's your final shock surprise,
How do you like it,
My unfaithful friend?
How do you like it?
How do you like my Sweet Revenge?

Sweet Revenge !

Turn the key in the door,
No one close to hear you scream,
You'll never imagine the pain,
Even in you're foulest dreams,
How do you like that
Invitation friend?
How do you like that?
That's what you call my Sweet Revenge

Sweet Revenge, sweet Sweet Revenge

So sweet to see you,
Writhe and crawl and scream for life,
But I can't listen now,
I'm too busy with the knife,
I don't hear you laughing,
My dismembered friend,
I don't hear you laughing,
You don't like my Sweet Revenge

Like a sniper, I've got my sights on you,
A windscreen wiper, there ain't no spoiling my view,
Silver bandoleer, my profession's clear,
Sharpshooter Sharpshooter oh !
Infra red vein, don't you come out at night,
Infra red chain, you're gonna buy your life,
Silver pistol too, with a notch for you,
Sharpshooter Sharpshooter oh !

You're the contract, I'm gonna nail you down,
I'm the contact, with your final round,
And I'm stalking you, and that ain't all I do,
Sharpshooter Sharpshooter oh !

Sharpshooter ! Sharpshooter ! Sharpshooter ! Sharpshooter !

People tell me you didn't know better,
Give me sermons 'bout the things I do,
Come to love 'em, even wrote letters,
You know I even asked it of you, I said.

I've been doing poison (Poison),
I guess I poisoned my life.
I've been doing poison (Poison),
it's better than marrying your wife.

On the road, the pace is getting frantic,
Specially when your poisoned out your mind,
A flight of stairs is like swimming the Atlantic,
When you're poisoned, deaf, dumb and blind.

I take my poison (Poison),
I guess I poisoned my life.
Been doing poison (Poison),
I wish Iґd poisoned my wife.

My Father, he used to be a Preacher,
Never taught me nothing but scorn,
If I ever catch him on the street, yeah,
I'll make him wish he'd never been born.

He was poison (Poison),
Guess he poisoned my life.
He was poison (Poison),
I wish my mother wasn't his wife, no!

Stone Dead Forever

You think you see me in the glass
You think you hear me you better listen fast
I think I see you gone to seed
The only reason was your guilt and greed
you're out there on your own
Your face has turned to stone
Whatever happened to your life
Stone dead forever.

It's been a long time
And a long long wait
And you caught your fingers in the pearly gates
You better leave your number
And we'll call you
You know your problems they ain't exactly new
The dark side of the road
And it's your time to go
Whatever happened to your life
Stone dead forever

You're a financial wizard, a top tycoon
Sweet lounge lizard with a silver spoon
You know you've never had it quite so good
And you didn't know that you even could
But your time has come today
Your feet turn to clay
Whatever happened to your life
Stone dead forever.

The only thing I know, is playing rock 'n' roll
I'm not a business man, I'm just a good time band
Don't think I don't know, where the money goes
Because of parasites, I ain't got no rights
All the aces, All the aces, All the aces held by people aint got no faces

You know I don't know why, you have to be so sly
I found it hard to learn, I don't get what I earn
But you get your share, though you ain't nowhere
You get no wiser, but then I despise you
All the aces, All the aces, All the aces held by people aint got no faces

You know you're the boss, but I'm the one it costs
Gotta see the books, you give me dirty looks
And you make me vomit, and I ain't far from it
You know you can rob me, but you can't stop me
All the aces, All the aces, All the aces held by people who ain't got faces.

Well I'll see you later,
But I don't know when,
Don't know if I'm coming,
Coming round again.

But I don't care,
That they might stare,
I know I mustn't
Step Down!

I ain't no beauty,
But I'm a secret fox,
I'm gonna put all my presents,
Inside my favourite box.

And then so long,
The universal song,
I know I mustn't
Step Down!

Don't touch that dial!
Television screams, your face turning green,
Don't listen to the news,
Don't know what you hear, they never make it clear,
They like to keep your state confused,
Propaganda time, the official line,
You're hungry, you get fed,
Everlasting smile, you must convey their style,
But they're just a Talking Head

Television voice don't give you any choice,
You only hear the man,
Don't take them in, you don't know where they been,
'Cos it's a complex plan,
They keep you nice and quiet, even control your diet,
You're hungry you get fed,
Teach you to be meek, 'til all you are is weak,
'Til you're just a Talking Head

Television screams, this ought to be a dream,
Remember what I say,
Don't be hypnotised by sugar coated lies,
Don't switch it on today,
It's the way things are, from that pickle jar,
You're hungry you get fed,
But if you play the game, you become the same,
Another Talking Head

Ainґt a hope in hell,
Nothingґs gonna bring us down,
The way we fly,
Five miles off the ground,
Because we shoot to kill,
And you know we always will,
Itґs a Bomber

Scream a thousand miles,
Feel the black death rising moan,
Firestorm coming closer,
Napalm to the bone,
Because, you know we do it right,
A mission every night,
Itґs a Bomber

No night fighter,
Gonna stop us getting through,
The sirens make you shiver,
You bet my aim is true,
Because, you know we aim to please,
Bring you to your knees,
Itґs a Bomber