AC/DC - The Razor's Edge Album Lyrics

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DOWN ON THE BORDERLINE Lyrics

She's an idle child, high society
Never pushed a broom, not physically
Her eyes are down on you, her nose is up
Never spill your whiskey when she fill your cup

I'm on the borderline

She can spread them round and she shows them off
With a neon sign saying don't you touch
Between the devil and the deep blue sea
She use me like a begger to get a hold on me

Chorus:
On the borderline, she's a danger sign
On the borderline, getting out of line
On the borderline, but it feels so good
On the borderline, on the borderline
On the borderline, borderline

(here goes)

You know I shoot the dice to claim my dream
You pull them in without a thought to me
She's come to watch you and your pocket is dry (? )
The queen of hearts will kill you when the ace is high

On the borderline

She's an idle child, high society
Never pushed a broom, not physically
Her eyes are down on you, her nose is up
Never spill your whiskey when she fill your cup

Chorus

Gonna meet you there
If you want me, meet me on the borderline

 

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THUNDERSTRUCK Lyrics

Thunder, thunder, thunder, thunder
I was caught
In the middle of a railroad track
I looked round
And I knew there was no turning back
My mind raced
And I thought what could I do
And I knew
There was no help, no help from you
Sound of the drums
Beating in my heart
The thunder of guns
Tore me apart
You've been
Thunderstruck

Rode down the highway
Broke the limit, we hit the town
Went through to Texas, yeah Texas, and we had some fun
We met some girls
Some dancers who gave a good time
Broke all the rules
Played all the fools
Yeah yeah they, they, they blew our minds
And I was shaking at the knees
Could I come again please
Yeah them ladies were too kind
You've been
Thunderstruck

I was shaking at the knees
Could I come again please

Thunderstruck, Thunderstruck, Thunderstruck, Thunderstruck
It's alright, we're doin' fine
It's alright, we're doin' fine, fine, fine
Thunderstruck, yeah, yeah, yeah
Thunderstruck, Thunderstruck
Thunderstruck, baby, baby
Thunderstruck, you've been Thunderstruck
Thunderstruck, Thunderstruck
You've been Thunderstruck

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FIRE YOUR GUNS Lyrics

(A. Young / M. Young)

Wild beast
I'll make you mine
Taste your kiss
Sweet lips divine
She got moves, drips of sweat
She got eyes of blue, body curves, legs that'll break your nerves
Fire, when she's going down
Fire, then she make you drown
Fire, then she blow you round
Yeah, you want some fun
Fire your guns, Fire your guns, Fire your guns, Fire your guns

That lady bites
Hard style
Drips of sex
Eyes are wild
She got moves
Long long legs
She got eyes of blue, body curves, Legs that'll shake the earth
Fire, when she's going down
Fire, then she make you drown
Fire, then she blow you round
Yeah, you want some fun
Fire your guns, Fire your guns, Fire your guns, Fire your guns

Fire, when she's going down
Fire, then she make you drown
Fire, then she blow you round
Yeah, you want some fun
Fire your guns, Fire your guns, Fire your guns, Fire your guns
Fire your guns, Fire your guns, Fire your guns, Fire your guns
Fire your guns
Fire your guns

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MONEYTALKS Lyrics


Tailored suits, chauffeured cars
Fine hotels and big cigars
Up for grabs, all for a price
Where the red hot girls keep on dancin' through the night
The claim is on you
The sights are on me
So what do you do that's guaranteed
Hey little girl
You want it all
The furs, the diamonds, the painting on the wall
Come on come on, lovin' for the money
Come on come on, listen to the Moneytalk
Come on come on, lovin' for the money
Come on come on, listen to the Moneytalk



A French maids, foreign chef
A big house, with king size bed
You had enough, you ship 'em out
The dollars up, down, you better buy the pound
The claim is on you
The sights are on me
So what do you do, that's guaranteed
Hey little girl
You break the laws
You hustle, you deal, you steal from us all
Come on come on, lovin' for the money
Come on come on, listen to the Moneytalk
Come on come on, lovin' for the money
Come on come on, listen to the Moneytalk
Moneytalks


Moneytalks
B.S. Walks
Moneytalks



Come on come on
Come on come on, lovin' for the money
Come on come on, listen to the Moneytalk
Come on come on, lovin' for the money
Come on come on, listen to the Moneytalk

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THE RAZORS EDGE Lyrics

(A. Young / M. Young)

There's fightin' on the left
And marching on the right
Don't look up in the sky
You're gonna die of fright
Here comes the razor's edge

You're livin' on the edge
Don't know wrong from right
They're breathin' down you're neck
You're runnin' out of lives
Here comes the razor's edge
Here comes the razor's edge
The razor's edge

Razor's edge to raise the dead
Razor's edge to cut to shreds
To raise the dead

Here comes the razor's edge
Here comes the razor's edge

Well here it comes
To cut to shreds
The razor's edge

It's the razor's edge

The razor's edge
You could be cut to shreds
The razor's edge

The razor's edge

 

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MISTRESS OF CHRISTMAS Lyrics

(A. Young / M. Young)

Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the day
I just can't wait till Christmas time
When I can roll em' in the hay

Easy come, easy go
Have a good time, with lots of dough
Slippin' up high, slippin' down low
Love 'em and leave 'em, on with the show

I like female form, in minimum dress
Money to spend with a capital "S"
Get a date with the woman in red
Wanna be in heaven with three in a bed
He got it, I want it
They got it, I can't have it
But I want it, but it don't matter
She got it and I can't get it
I want a mistress for Christmas
I want a mistress for Christmas
I want a mistress
For Christmas

Easy come, easy go
Slippin' high, slippin' low
He got it, I want it
They got it, I can't have it
I want it, don't matter
She got it, and I can't get it
He got it, and I want it
They got it, and I can't have it
But I want it, it don't matter
She got it, and I can't get it
Mistress for Christmas, you know what I'm talking about
Mistress for Christmas, they're gonna send me down, send me down
Mistress for Christmas, I want the woman in red at the bottom of my bed
Mistress for Christmas

I can hear you coming down my snow stick

I wanna ride on your reindeer honey
And ring the bells

 

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ROCK YOUR HEART OUT Lyrics

(A. Young / M. Young)

Got the devil in you
Got the devil in me
Play a dangerous tune
Come on dance with thee
You gotta
Throw your fists up
Shout your mouth off
Beat the walls down
Get tough, freak out
Rock your little rock your little
Rock your little heart out

Got everything you want
Got everything you need
Don't worry about the cost
Just sell your soul to me
You gotta
Bring the house down
Beat the drums loud
Bleed your life dry
Climb on let's fly
Rock your little rock your little
Rock your little heart out
Rock rock your little heart out
Rockin' on down

You gotta
Put your foot down
Beat your chest hard
Blow your brains out
Feel her shout loud
Rock your heart out, rock your heart out
Rock your heart out, rock your heart out
Rock rock your little heart out
Rock rock your little heart out
Rockin' on down
Rock your little rock your little heart out
Rock your heart out, rock your heart out
Rock your heart out, rock your heart out

Rock your heart out, rock your heart out
Rock your heart out, rock your heart out

You gotta rock your little rock your little rock your little
Heart out
You gotta rock your little heart right
Right out

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ARE YOU READY Lyrics

(A. Young / M. Young)

Sweet apple pie
Standing in the street
Hands outta line
Looking for some meat
She'll take you high when you feel her sting
She'll make you fly
Then you know you're comin'
Who all need it, who
Who all need it, you
Who all need it who all need it
You all breathe it
We all need it
Are you ready for a good time
Then get ready for the night line
Are you ready for a good time
Then get ready for the night line
Are you ready for a good time

She's making eyes
At everything she meet
It ain't it a crime
When she make you pump heat
She'll make you fly because that's her thing
She'll make you dry
Then you know you're broken in
Who all need it, you
Who all need it, yes you do
You all breathe it
We all need it
Are you ready for a good time
Then get ready for the night line
Are you ready for a good time
Then get ready for the night line
Are you ready for a good time

Who all need it
Who all need it
Who all need it, who all need it
You all breathe it, we all breathe it
Are you ready for a good time
Then get ready for the night line
Are you ready for a good time
Are you ready for a good time, are you ready
Are you ready for a good time, I wanna good time
Are you ready for a good time, are you ready
Are you ready for a good time, good good good good time
Are you ready for a good time, are you ready ready ready

Are you ready for a good time

 

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GOT YOU BY THE BALLS Lyrics

(A. Young / M. Young)

Hey mister businessman
Head of the company
Are you looking for a lady
One who likes to please
Hey mister businessman
This one likes to tease
With her special service
And her French qualities
But she won't sacrifice
What you want tonight
She won't come across
Unless there's money in her hand
And she's callin' all the shots
She got you by the balls, she got you by the balls
She got you by the balls, she got you by the balls
She got you by the balls

Hey mister businessman
High society
She can play the schoolgirl
And spank you all you please
But she won't sacrifice
What you want tonight
She won't come across
Unless there's money in her hand
She don't go overtime
She got you by the balls, she got you by the balls
She got you by the balls, she got you by the balls
She got you by the balls
Kiss your balls goodbye

Hangin' left, hangin' right, got you by the balls
Got your shorts, got your curlies, got you,
By the balls!

She got you by the balls, she got you by the balls
She got you by the balls, she got you by the balls
She got you by the balls, she got you by the balls
She got you by the balls, she got you by the balls

She got you by the balls

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SHOT OF LOVE Lyrics

(A. Young / M. Young)

Come on honey take a trip with me
We'll take a double shot of ecstasy
An' drink some water from a wooden cup
Then keep on rockin' 'til the sun comes up.
And I warn you it's the best shot of your life
And I warn you it's the best shot of your life
Shot of love, shot of love

Rock you little lady make you blow and bleed
A little bit of what you need is guaranteed
Come on now honey we'll get full of desire
A humpin' an' a pumpin' 'til we start a fire
And I warn you it's the best shot of your life
And I warn you it's the best shot of your life
Shot of love, shot of love, shot of love

And I warn you it's the best shot of your life
And I warn you it's the best shot of your life
Shot of love, shot of love, shot of love

Make you bleed
Shot of love, shot of love ,shot of love
A humpin' an' a pumpin'
I gotta get me shot of love
Shot of love, shot of love, shot of love
Babe babe babe, a lot of what you need is guaranteed
Shot of love, shot of love, shot of love

Come on give me shot of love

 

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LETS MAKE IT Lyrics

(A. Young / M. Young)

Hey sugar baby
So hot and tasty
Come on gimme some love you're driving me wild
It's way past midnight
Why don't we take a ride
We'll make some honey as we're cruisin' real slow
Let's make it, don't waste it
Let's make it come on and taste it
Let's make it, don't waste it
Let's make it come on and taste it

I'll be your ladies man
If you give me the chance
We'll keep on jumpin' 'til the music run dry
And if we take a rest
We'll smoke some cigarettes
And start a smokin' goin' out of control
Let's make it, don't waste it
Let's make it come on and taste it
Let's make it, don't waste it
Let's make it come on and taste it

Let's not waste it
We're gonna make it

Let's make it, don't waste it
Let's make it come on and taste it
Let's make it, don't waste it
Let's make it come on and taste it

Let's not waste it
We're gonna make it

Let's make it, don't waste it
Let's make it come on and taste it
Let's make it, don't waste it
Let's make it come on and taste it

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GOODBYE & GOOD RIDDANCE TO BAD LUCK Lyrics

(A. Young / M. Young)

Gettin' bombed out on booze
Got nothin' to lose
Run outta money
Disposable blues
Sleazy hotels like livin' in hell
The girls on the hustle with nothin' to sell
Want something for nothing it's always the same
Keep pushin' an' shovin' and I'm down on the game
Always in trouble
Forever detained
Goodbye goodbye goodbye and good riddance to bad luck

Well spread out the news there's a free man loose
Back out of jail and chasin' some floos'
Bad luck has changed
Broken the chains
Laid out a claim for monetary gains
Wantin' what's coming all for the take
Freedom for lovin' an lust for the taste
Eyes are wide open
Wild to the game
Goodbye goodbye goodbye and good riddance to bad luck
Goodbye and good riddance to bad luck

Goodbye and good riddance to bad luck
Bad luck
Bad luck
Goodbye and good riddance to bad luck
Goodbye good riddance to bad luck
Broken the chains of bad luck
Bye bye bye bad luck
Thrown of the chains of bad luck

Goodbye good riddance
To bad luck

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IF YOU DARE Lyrics

(A. Young / M. Young)

Honey do you love me
Love me like you do
Honey won't you come outside and play
If you dare
If you dare

Honey do you love me
Love me like you do
Woman won't you come outside and play
If you dare
If you dare

Woman if you love me
Love me like you do
Love me like you say
Woman won't you come outside and play
If you dare
If you dare
If you dare
If you dare

Come outside
Come outside
Come outside and play
If you dare
Come outside
Come outside
Come outside and play
If you dare

If you
If you
Dare

Come outside and play