: Wander alone. Seeing is believing Not without a soul to hold me flat on the ground I meant every word I said You are the one I've been looking for
you No matter where you turn These iron bones Once flown by drones Now overthrown Please tell me why You turn to stone Your thoughts unknown These iron
: (A. Young M. Young B. Johnson) All you women who want a man of the street Don't know which way you wanna turn Just keep coming And put your hand out
: 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 one knew Where he came from He never knew himself Call her Ma Call him Pa But he was born to someone else No one fooled Or messed him 'round Cause
: (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
: It's criminal, there ought to be a law Criminal, there ought to be a whole lot more You get nothin' for nothin', and tell me who can you trust Well
: They say that you play too loud Well baby that's tough They say that you got too much Can't get enough They tell you that you look a fool And baby
: (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
: Hey you - Sometimes I think this woman is kinda hot Sometimes I think this woman is sometimes not Puts me down, fools me around What's she doing to
: Black shadow hangin? over your shoulder Black mark up against your name Your green eyes couldn?t get any colder There?s bad poison runnin? through
: (Razor's edge) (Razors) There's fighting on the left And marching on the right Don't look up in the sky You're gonna die of fright Here comes the
: Whiskey, gin and brandy With a glass I?m pretty handy I?m trying to walk a straight line On sour mash and cheap wine So join me for a drink boys We
: In the beginning Back in nineteen fifty-five Man didn't know about a rock 'n' roll show And all that jive The white man had the smoltz The black man
: Back in black I hit the sack I?ve been too long I?m glad to be back [i bet you know i?m...] Yes, I?m let loose From the noose That?s kept me hanging
: 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
: Push your foot to the floor Don't need no more You've been peekin' all around While they're messin' about Better get your name, come on in Gimme that
you need is a knife It's meeting the man of my dreams And then meeting his beautiful wife And isn't it ironic, don't you think A little too ironic
