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AC/DC - Back In Black Album Lyrics



AC/DC - Back In Black Lyrics






Hells Bells

(A. Young / M. Young / B. Johnson)

I'm rolling thunder pouring rain
I'm coming on like a hurricane
My lightning's flashing across the sky
You're only young but you're gonna die
I won't take no prisoners won't spare no lives
Nobody's putting up a fight
I got my bell I'm gonna take you to hell
I'm gonna get ya satan get ya

Hells bells, hells bells
Hells bells, you got me ringing
Hells bells, my temperature's high
Hells bells

I'll give you black sensations up and down your spine
If you're into evil you're a friend of mine
See the white light flashing as I split the night
Cos if good's on the left then I'm sticking to the right
I won't take no prisoners won't spare no lives
Nobody's puttin' up a fight
I got my bell I'm gonna take you to hell
I'm gonna get ya satan get ya

Hells bells, hells bells
Hells bells, you got me ringing
Hells bells, my temperature's high
Hells bells

Hells bells, satan' coming to you
Hells bells, he's ringing them now

Those hells bells, my temperature's high
Hells bells, across the sky
Hells bells, they're taking you down
Hells bells, they're dragging you down
Hells bells, gonna split the night
Hells bells, there's no way to fight

Hells bells
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Writer: Brian Johnson, Angus McKinnon Young, Malcolm Mitchell Young
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management




Shoot To Thrill

All you women who want a man of the street
Don't know which way you wanna turn
Just keep a-coming and put your hand out to me
'Cause I'm the one who's gonna make you burn

I'm gonna take you down
Oh, down, down, down
So don't you fool around
I'm gonna pull it, pull it, pull the trigger

Shoot to thrill, play to kill
Too many women with too many pills, yeah
Shoot to thrill, play to kill
I got my gun at the ready, gonna fire at will
Yeah

I'm like evil, I get under your skin
Just like a bomb that's ready to blow
'Cause I'm illegal, I got everything
That all you women might need to know

I'm gonna take you down, yeah, down, down, down
So don't you fool around
I'm gonna pull it, pull it, pull the trigger

Shoot to thrill, play to kill
Too many women with too many pills, said
Shoot to thrill, play to kill
I got my gun at the ready, gonna fire at will
'Cause I shoot to thrill, and I'm ready to kill
I can't get enough and I can't get my fill
I shoot to thrill, play to kill
Yeah, pull the trigger
Pull it

Pull it, pull it, pull the trigger, yeah

Oh
Shoot to thrill, play to kill
Too many women with too many pills
I said, shoot to thrill, play to kill
I got my gun at the ready, gonna fire at will
'Cause I shoot to thrill, and I'm ready to kill
And I can't get enough, and I can't get my thrill
'Cause I shoot to thrill, play to kill

Yeah

Shoot you down
Yeah
I'm gonna get you down on the bottom, girl
Shoot you, I'm gonna shoot you
Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm gonna shoot you down, yeah, yeah
I'm gonna get you down
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Shoot you, shoot you, shoot you, shoot you down
Shoot you, shoot you, shoot you down
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

I'm gonna shoot to thrill
Play to kill
Shoot to thrill, yeah
Oh yeah
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Writer: Brian Johnson, Angus Mckinnon Young, Malcolm Mitchell Young
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management




What Do You Do For Money Honey

(A. Young / M. Young / B. Johnson)

You workin' in bars ridin' in cars
Never gonna give it for free
Your apartment with a view on the finest avenue
Lookin' at your beat on the street
You're always pushin', shovin', satisfied with nothing
You bitch you must be gettin' old
So stop your life on the road
All your diggin' for gold
You make me wonder
Yes I wonder
I wonder
Honey, what do you do for money
Honey, what do you do for money
Where do you get your kicks

You're lovin' on the take and you're always on the make
Squeezin' all the blood outta men
They're all standin' in a queue just to spend a night with you
It's business as usual again
You're always grabbin', stabbin' trying get it back in
But girl you must be gettin' slow
So stop your life on the road
All your diggin' for gold
You make me wonder
Yes I wonder
Yes I wonder
Honey, what do you do for money
Honey, what do you do for money

What do you do for money honey
How do you get your kicks
What do you do for money honey
How do you get your licks

Honey, what do you do for money, I said
Honey, what do you do for money, oh yeah

Honey, what do you do for money
Honey, what you gotta do for money
Honey, what do you do for money
What do you gotta do
What do you gotta do
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Writer: ANGUS MCKINNON YOUNG, BRIAN JOHNSON, MALCOLM MITCHELL YOUNG
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management




Given The Dog A Bone

(A. Young / M. Young / B. Johnson))

She take you down easy
Going down to her knees
Going down to the devil
Down down at ninety degrees
She blowing me crazy
'til my ammunition is dry
She's using her head again
She's using her head
She's using her head again
I'm justa giving the dog a bone
Giving the dog a bone, giving the dog a bone
Giving the dog a bone, giving the dog a bone

She's no Mona Lisa
No she's no playboy star
But she'll send you to heaven
Then explode you to Mars
She's using her head again
She's using her head
She's using her head again
I'm justa giving the dog a bone
Giving the dog a bone, giving the dog a bone
Giving the dog a bone, giving the dog a bone

She's got the power of union
She only hits when it's hot
And if she likes what you're doing
She'll give you the lot give it everything I got
Just giving the dog a bone

Giving the dog a bone, giving the dog a bone
Giving the dog a bone, giving the dog a bone
Giving the dog a bone, giving the dog a bone
Giving the dog a bone, giving the dog a bone

I'm justa giving the dog a bone
Giving the dog a bone, giving the dog a bone
I'm justa giving the dog a bone
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Writer: Angus Young, Brian Johnson, Malcolm Young
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Let Me Put My Love Into You

(A. Young / M. Young / B. Johnson)

Flying on a free flight
Driving all night with my machinery
Cause I
I got the power any hour
To show the man in me
I got
Reputations blown to pieces with my artillery
Well I'll be guiding and we'll be riding
Giving what you got to me
Don't you struggle
Don't you fight
Don't you worry cause it's your turn tonight
Let me put my love into you babe
Let me put my love on the line
Let me put my love into you babe
Let me cut your cake with my knife

Like a fever burning faster
You spark the fire in me
Crazy feelings got me reeling
They got me raising steam
Now don't you struggle
Don't you fight
Don't you worry cause it's your turn tonight, yeah
Let me put my love into you babe
Let me put my love on the line
Let me put my love into you babe
Let me cut your cake with my knife

Let me, let me
Let me put my love into you babe
Let me put my love on the line
Let me put my love into you babe
Let me cut your cake with my knife

Let me put my love into you babe
Let me put my love on the line
Let me put my love into you babe

Let me give it all
Let me give it all
To you
To you
Give it all
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Writer: BRIAN JOHNSON, ANGUS MCKINNON YOUNG, MALCOLM MITCHELL YOUNG
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management




Back In Black

Back in black
I hit the sack
I've been too long, I'm glad to be back
Yes, I'm let loose
From the noose
That's kept me hanging about
I'm just looking at the sky
'Cause it's gettin' me high
Forget the hearse 'cause I never die
I got nine lives
Cat's eyes
Abusin' every one of them and running wild

'Cause I'm back
Yes, I'm back
Well, I'm back
Yes, I'm back
Well, I'm back, back
Well, I'm back in black
Yes, I'm back in black

Back in the back
Of a Cadillac
Number one with a bullet, I'm a power pack
Yes, I'm in a bang
With a gang
They've got to catch me if they want me to hang
'Cause I'm back on the track
And I'm beatin' the flack
Nobody's gonna get me on another rap
So look at me now
I'm just makin' my play
Don't try to push your luck, just get out of my way

'Cause I'm back
Yes, I'm back
Well, I'm back
Yes, I'm back
Well, I'm back, back
Well, I'm back in black
Yes, I'm back in black

Well, I'm back, yes, I'm back
Well, I'm back, yes, I'm back
Well, I'm back, back
Well, I'm back in black
Yes, I'm back in black

Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah
Take my love
Oh, yeah, yeah
Oh, yeah, yeah, ooh, yeah
Well, I'm back (I'm back)
Back (I'm back)
Back (I'm back)
Back (I'm back)
Back (I'm back)
Back
Back in black
Yes, I'm back in black
I've hit the sack
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Writer: Angus Young, Brian Johnson, Malcolm Young
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, WORDS & MUSIC A DIV OF BIG DEAL MUSIC LLC




You Shook Me All Night Long

She was a fast machine
She kept her motor clean
She was the best damn woman that I ever seen
She had the sightless eyes
Telling me no lies
Knocking me out with those American thighs
Taking more than her share
Had me fighting for air
She told me to come, but I was already there
'Cause the walls start shaking
The earth was quaking
My mind was aching
And we were making it and you

Shook me all night long
Yeah, you shook me all night long

Working double time
On the seduction line
She was one of a kind, she's just mine all mine
Wanted no applause
Just another course
Made a meal outta me, and come back for more
Had to cool me down
To take another round
Now I'm back in the ring to take another swing
That the walls were shaking
The earth was quaking
My mind was aching
And we were making it and you

Shook me all night long
Yeah, you shook me all night long
It knocked me out that you
Shook me all night long
You had me shaking it
You shook me all night long
Yeah, you shook me
Well, you took me

You really took me and you
Shook me all night long
Oh, you
Shook me all night long
Yeah, yeah, you
Shook me all night long
You really got me and you
Shook me all night long
Yeah, you shook me
Yeah, you shook me
All night long
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Writer: Brian Johnson, Angus McKinnon Young, Malcolm Mitchell Young
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Have A Drink On Me

(A. Young / M. Young / B. Johnson)

Whiskey gin and brandy
With a glass I'm pretty handy
I'm tryin' to walk a straight line
On sour mash and cheap wine
So join me for a drink boys
We gonna make a big noise
So don't worry 'bout tomorrow
Take it today
Forget about the cheque we'll get hell to pay
Have a drink on me
Yeah have a drink on me
Yeah have a drink on me
Have a drink on me

I'm dizzy drunk and fightin
On tequila white lightnin
My glass is getting shorter
On whiskey ice and water
So c'mon have a good time
And get blinded outta your mind
So don't worry 'bout tomorrow
Take it today
Forget about the cheque we'll get hell to pay
Have a drink on me
Yeah have a drink on me
Yeah have a drink on me
Have a drink on me
Get stoned

Have a drink on me
Have a drink on me
Have a drink on me
C'mon

Gonna roll around
Gonna hit the ground
Take another swing
Have another drink
Gonna drink you dry
Gonna get me high
C'mon all the boys
Make a noise have a drink on me
Have a drink on me
Have a drink on me
Have a drink on me

Have a drink on me
Have a drink on me
Have a drink
On
Me
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Writer: Brian Johnson, Angus Mckinnon Young, Malcolm Mitchell Young
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management




Shake A Leg

(A. Young / M. Young / B. Johnson)

Idle juvenile on the street on the street
Kickin' everything with his feet with his feet
Fightin' on the wrong side of the law of the law
Don't kick don't fight don't sleep at night
And shake a leg
Shake a leg
Shake a leg
Shake it again

Keepin' outta trouble with eyes in the back of my face
Kickin' ass in the class and they tell me I'm a damn disgrace
They tell me what they think but they stink and I really don't care
Got a mind of my own move on get outta my hair
Shake a leg shake your head
Shake a leg wake the dead
Shake a leg get stuck in
Shake a leg shake a leg

Magazines wet dreams dirty women on machine's for me
Big licks skin flicks tricky dick's are my chemistry
Goin' against the grain tryin to keep me sane with you
So stop your grinnin' and drop your linen for me
Shake a leg shake your head
Shake a leg wake the dead
Shake a leg get stuck in
Shake a leg shake a leg
Shake it

Idle juvenile on the street on the street
Kickin' everything with his feet with his feet
Fightin' on the wrong side of the law of the law
Spittin' and bitin' and kickin' and fightin' for more
Shake a leg shake your head
Shake a leg wake the dead
Shake a leg get stuck in
Shake a leg play to win
Shake a leg shake your head
Shake a leg wake the dead
Shake a leg get stuck in
Shake a leg
Shake a leg

Shake it
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Writer: BRIAN JOHNSON, ANGUS MCKINNON YOUNG, MALCOLM MITCHELL YOUNG
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management




Rock N Roll Aint Noise Pollution

(A. Young / M. Young / B. Johnson)

Hey there all you middle men
Throw away your fancy clothes
And while you're out sittin' on a fence
So get off your arse and come down here
Cause rock 'n' roll ain't no riddle man
To me it makes good good sense
Good sense yeah let's go

Heavy decibels bells are playing on my guitar
We got vibrations comin' up from the floor
We're just listenin' to the rock
That's givin' too much noise
Are you deaf you wanna hear some more
We're just talking about the future
Forget about the past
It'll always be with us
It's never gonna die
Never gonna die
Rock 'n' roll ain't noise pollution
Rock 'n' roll ain't gonna die
Rock 'n' roll ain't noise pollution
Rock 'n' roll it will survive
Yes it will

I took a look inside your bedroom door
You looked so good lyin' on your bed
Well I asked you if you wanted any rhythm and love
You said you wanna rock 'n' roll instead
We're just talking about the future
Forget about the past
It'll always be with us
It's never gonna die
Never gonna die
Rock 'n' roll ain't noise pollution
Rock 'n' roll ain't gonna die
Rock 'n' roll ain't noise pollution
Rock 'n' roll is just rock 'n' roll

Rock 'n' roll ain't noise pollution
Rock 'n' roll ain't gonna die
Rock 'n' roll ain't noise pollution
Rock 'n' rolling will survive
Rock 'n' roll ain't noise pollution
Rock 'n' roll will never die
Rock 'n' roll ain't noise pollution
Rock 'n' roll
Rock 'n' roll

Is just rock 'n' roll
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Writer: ANGUS MCKINNON YOUNG, BRIAN JOHNSON, MALCOLM MITCHELL YOUNG
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management




Back to: AC/DC


Back in Black is the seventh studio album by Australian rock band AC/DC. It was the band's first album to feature Brian Johnson as lead singer, following the death of Bon Scott, their previous vocalist.

After the commercial breakthrough of their 1979 album Highway to Hell, AC/DC was planning to record a follow-up, but in February 1980, Scott died from alcohol poisoning after a drinking binge. Instead of disbanding, the remaining members of the group decided to continue on and recruited Johnson, who had previously been vocalist for Geordie.

The album was composed by Johnson and brothers Angus and Malcolm Young, and recorded over seven weeks in the Bahamas from April to May 1980 with producer Robert John "Mutt" Lange, who had also produced Highway to Hell. Following its completion, the group mixed Back in Black at Electric Lady Studios in New York City. The album's all-black cover was designed as a "sign of mourning" for Scott.

Back in Black was an unprecedented commercial and critical success. It has sold an estimated 50 million copies worldwide, making it one of the best-selling albums in music history.

AC/DC supported the album with a yearlong world tour that cemented them among the most popular music acts of the early 1980s. It has since been included on numerous "greatest albums" lists. On 9 December 2019, the album was certified 25× Platinum by the Recording Industry Association of America (RIAA), making it the fourth best-selling album in the United States and the best-selling album that never reached the top spot on the American charts.
Genre(s): Hard rock, heavy metal
Producer(s): Robert John Lange
Length: 42:11
Released: July 25th, 1980
Year: 1980

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