Born to raise in hell
We are the road crew
I ain't no nice guy
Ain't my crime
This is all for you
Calling all of aces
Not only ace of spades
Coupe de grace, waking the dead
We are Motorhead
M.O.T.O.R.H.E.A.D.
M.O.T.O.R.H.E.A.D.
When sky come looking for you
That's good to be true
While they teach them how to bleed
We teach you how to sing the blues
America, no remorse
Angel city, iron horse
Going to Mexico, going down
Overkill, going to Brazil
M.O.T.O.R.H.E.A.D.
M.O.T.O.R.H.E.A.D.
Living in the past
R.A.M.O.N.E.S.
Under the gun, out of the Sun
I am the one, orgasmatron
No class, sex and death
Don't waste your time
Listen to your heart, I got mine
So, one more fucking time
M.O.T.O.R.H.E.A.D.
M.O.T.O.R.H.E.A.D.
You better run, you better swim
M.O.T.O.R.H.E.A.D.
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