Nobody knows, I know nobody cares What goes on in here We have this door, nobody gets in Until I'm really sure Don't creep up behind me You know where
Hey hey, hey hey hey, hey Hey hey, hey hey hey, hey Your witchdoctor, your witchdoctor Got my eyes on you. I was born in the country and I lived in
We began at the beginning Moving high and moving fast Machine's clean, so sweet and mean Should have known it wouldn't last But when I took her clothes
Proud in his colors, as the chromium gleams On Iron Horse he flies, on Iron Horse he gladly dies Iron Horse his wife, Iron Horse his life He rides the roads, he lives
been awake Wound up in an amazing state Can't get enough And you know it's righteous stuff Goes up like prices at Christmas Motorhead, you can call me Motorhead
Only way to feel the noise is when it's good and loud So good I can't believe it's screaming with the crowd Don't sweat it, get it back to you Don't sweat
Aboard a train, I met a dame She was a hipster Man a real gone dame She wasn't pretty For New York City As we strut down on that Ol' Fairlane With a heave
We are looking in on you now What do you think you can do now It's very small from way out here The last thing you will feel is fear Give you a chance
