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Motörhead Fistful Of Aces The Best Of Mot Ouml Rhead

People gonna make ya wonder if you're right Keep ya wide awake and worried late at night Why don't ya tell'em to beat it Why don't ya tell'em to eat it

All right, all right I hope you son of bitches see the light You again, you again I know you've got a mental age of ten Listen up, listen up I wouldn

They say music is the food of love Let's see if you're hungry enough Take a bite, take another Just like a good boy would Get a sweet thing on the side

I'll be your sister, be your lover, yeah Be your mother, if you need somebody If you need someone to love I'm the one you should be thinking of If you

You know I'm rollin', you know I'm coming through Hear me howlin', catchin' up on you Station to station, beating up the track Check on your time, 'cos

up in an amazin' state I can't get enough You know it's righteous stuff Goes up like prices at Christmas, this Motorhead, you can call me Motorhead

Hard time getting to ya, babe Double take, figure real rough trade Wait and see I'm a real good lover Can't judge a book by the cover I know and you