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AC/DC
AC/DC


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Откуда Sydney, Australia
Жанры Rock'n'Roll
Blues Rock
Heavy Metal
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Годы 1973—н.в.
Лейблы East West Records
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Альбом AC/DC


For Those About To Rock (1981)
1981
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We roll tonight [we’re on tonight]
To the guitar bite
Yeah, yeah, oh

Stand up and be counted
For what you are about to receive
We are the dealers
We’ll give you everything you need
Hail hail to the good times
’cause rock has got the right of way
We ain’t no legend, ain’t no cause
We’re just livin’ for today

For those about to rock, we salute you
For those about to rock, we salute you

We rock at dawn on the front line
Like a bolt right out of the blue
The sky’s alight with the guitar bite
Heads will roll and rock tonight

For those about to rock, we salute you
For those about to rock, we salute you
For those about to rock, we salute you
Yes we do
For those about to rock, we salute you

Oooh, salute!
Oooh, ooooh yeah

We’re just a battery for hire with a guitar fire
Ready and aimed at you
Pick up your balls and load up your cannon
For a twenty-one gun salute

For those about to rock - fire
We salute you
For those about to rock, we salute you
Those about to rock - fire
We salute you
Fire
We salute you
We salute you
Come on, whooa
For those about to rock, we salute you (x4)

Shoot, shoot (x2)

For those of you, for those who ? ? ? ?
Yeah
(ain’t gonna get tired, won’t take a break, we salute you.)

We salute you (x3)

Fire


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I put the finger on you
My hands all out of control
I can’t stop it getting down on you
It’s moving on it’s own accord
Yes, I’ve got fire in my finger tips
Radiating onto you
I can’t control it, can’t even hold it
It’s knocking on your door
And you know what it’s for

Chorus:
I put the finger right on you
I put the finger right on you
You put your finger on me too
Then I put the finger, I put the finger
Yeah I put the finger, I put the finger

I put the finger on you for sure
It’s the key to unlocking your door, don’t you know
I’ve broken through your security
My hands ain’t tied no more, you better watch out
I can’t control it, can’t even hold it
Speaking up for pleasure
You can feel it on your ankle
Feel it on your knee
Feel it on your thigh
Can you feel me?

Chorus

I can’t control it, can’t even hold it
Sneaking up on your front door
You can feel it on your ankle
Feel it on your knee
Feel it on your thigh
Can you feel me?

Put it - right on you
I’ll do it if you want me to
Can I put it?

I put the finger on you
I hit the spot


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Loose lips sink ships
So come aboard for a pleasure trip
It’s high tide, so let’s ride
The moon is rising and so am i

I’m gonna get it up
Never gonna let it up
Cruisin’ on the seven seas
A pirate of my loving needs
I’ll never go down, never go down

Chorus:
So let’s get it up
Let’s get it up, get it right up
Let’s get it up, right to the top
Let’s get it up, right now

Loose wires cause fires
Getting tangled in my desires
So screw ’em off and plug ’em in
Then switch it on and start all over again

I’m gonna get it up
Never gonna let it up
Ticking like a time bomb
Blowing up the fuse box
I’ll never go down, never go down

Chorus


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No mercy for the bad if they want it
No mercy for the bad if they plead
No mercy for the bad if they need it
No mercy from me

Tell no truth and tell no lies
Cross your heart and hope to die
Never give what you can’t take back
Scratch like a cat
Inject your venom
It’ll be your last attack

No mercy for the bad if they want it
No mercy for the bad if they plead
No mercy for the bad if they need it
V-e-n-o-m

Got no heart, no - feel no pain
Take your soul and - leave a stain
Come choose your victim
Take him by surprise
Go in hard and get him
Right between the eyes and -

Chorus:
Inject the venom
Inject the venom
Inject the venom
Inject it all

(stick it in, stick it)

Chorus


. . .



Crashed out of the market
Out on the floor
Washed up on the shore
Bombed outta the city
Out of the door
Blown up against the wall
Put out of the picture
Axe about to fall
Walk before you crawl
Dragged down to the bottom
Screamin’ for air
The shark must get his share

You can see it comin’ miles and miles away
Women, drink and money are gonna make you pay

Snowballed, ooh yeah
Snowballed, they done it again
Snowballed, makin’ me blind
Snowballed

The howl of the wolf
Snow in his eyes
Waitin’ to take you by surprise
Eye of the needle
Heat of the fight
Watch those teeth ‘cause they’re ready to bite

You can see it comin’ miles and miles away
Women, drink and money are gonna make you pay

You’ve been snowballed, yes you have
Snowballed, you been fooled again
Snowballed, that’s all
Snowballed, …

Snow, snow, …
Snowballed, snow
Snowballed, snowballed
Snowballed, snowballed
You been snowballed, snowballed
You been snow, you been snow
Snow, balled, balled, balled


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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 your veins

Chorus:
Evil walks behind you
Evil sleeps beside you
Evil talks arouse you
Evil walks behind you

Black widow weavin’ evil notions
Dark secrets bein’ spun in your web
Good men goin’ down in your ocean
They can’t swim ’cause they’re tied to your bed

Chorus

You just cry wolf
I sometimes wonder where you park your broom
Oh black widow

C’mon weave your web
Down in your ocean
You got ’em tied to your bed
With your dark, dark secrets
And your green, green eyes
You black widow

Chorus

Evil walks so bad


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Call of a dove, cry of a bitch
Cream of a dream is the cause of the itch
Call of the doctor, cash on demand
If you get enough rope, might even hang

Chorus:
C.o.d. - care of the devil
C.o.d. - the devil in me
C.o.d. - care of the devil
Care of the devil in me

The curse of love is the cause of the pain
The crime of the day is when you do it again
Call of the doctor, cash on demand
If you give them a finger, they’ll take off your hand

Chorus
(down to the devil with me)

Call of the dove, cry of a bitch
The sign of the sinner, the size of his itch

Chorus

I’m paying, paying, I’m paying c.o.d.
Care of the devil, care of the devil in me
It’s the curse of love


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Black sheep and a renegade
Hot feet in the cool of the shade
Street shuffle and a tough childhoods
Examinations done no good
Tall bars and a hot wired cars
Speed veems and cheap cigars
No rebellion, not today
I get my kicks in my own way
Right, ok

Just keep on breaking the rules
Come on, get ready to rule

Top breaks in the neighbourhood
A hard case who’s up to no good
Living like trash, a society rash
Ready to brain, ready to gash
A bad deal and a real rough ride
You’re doing time on the other side
No rebellion, not today
I get my kicks in my own way
Right, ok

Just keep on breaking the rules
Come on, get ready to rule

(top breaks)

They got regulation ties
Regulation shoes
Those regulation fools
With their regulation rules

Just keep on breaking the rules
Come on, get ready to rule

Oh take off your ties and your regulation shoes
You’re nothing but a bunch of regulation fools
And you got your regulation rules
I’m going to do things my own way
Every day and every way


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Who’s your leader, who’s your man?
Who will help you fill your hand?
Who’s your friend and who’s your foe?
Who’s your judas, you don’t know?

Night of the long knives

Where’s that saviour, where’s that light
When you’re praying for your life?
Who’s that fighting back to back?
Who’s defending whose attack?

Night of the long knives

(stick ’em in the back woods)

Night of the long knives


. . .



Blinded by a bright beam
Shattered by the windscreen
Stunned by the whiplash
I’m a victim of a bad crash
I can do nothing right
I never sleep at night
Can’t even start a fight
My feet have left the ground
Spinning round and round

Spellbound, my world keeps a tumbling down

Beaten by a blind bend
Wrong way up a dead end
Screaming through a speed trap
As I tear into a tail back
I can do nothing right
I never sleep at night
Can’t even start a fight
My feet have left the ground
Spinning round and round

Spellbound, my world keeps a tumbling down

I’m slipping down
I got my hands in the fire

I’m sliding on an oil slick
Blinded on a bad trip
Yes and nothing’s going to change it
I can do nothing right
Can’t even sleep at night
My feet have left the ground
I’m spinning round and round

Spellbound, my world keeps a tumbling down


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