Motörhead
Album • 1982
Dark night, nothing to see Invisible hand in front of me Scared to death there's someone near Scared to move, but you can't stay here You know me, evil eye You know me, prepare to die You know me, the snakebite kiss Devil's grip, the Iron Fist Flying horse don't make a sound Flying hooves don't touch the ground Walk in circle, lose your track Can't go on, but you can't go back You know me, evil eye You know me, prepare to die You know me, the snakebite kiss Devil's grip, the Iron Fist Moon eclipse and you know why Ghost rider in the sky Beast of evil, devil's hound Tooth and claw, they pull you down You know me, evil eye You know me, prepare to die You know me, the graveyard kiss Devil's grip, the Iron Fist
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Feb 06, 2026
You seem to think that it's a game I wish I could recall your name You tell me how I should behave Sling your hook, I ain't your slave Leave me alone Get off the phone I've got a heart of stone You play emotional roulette I ain't seen no winners yet You know you're dancing in the dark Stay away, I ain't your mark Leave me alone Get off the phone I've got a heart of stone Take a pick In every game you hold the ace But you ain't even in my race You'll never realise just why It's just been hello, goodbye Leave me alone Get off the phone I've got a heart of stone Heart of stone
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Feb 06, 2026
I know the way you feel, I know you ain't too good I know it feels like there's detergent in your blood I'm gonna help you, gonna make you feel alright I'm gonna lift your black depression, help you through the night I'm your man, you know I'll help you if I can Cause I'm the doctor I know you're desperate, I really sympathise I see the morbid horror flicker in your eyes But rest assured I'm gonna help to ease your pain I'm gonna put a thousand tiny implants in your brain I'm your boy, I'll make you undulate with joy Cause I'm the doctor Don't get too depressed, I've found a way to help your case A little hypodermic sends you into outer space You'll feel much better when you take these little pills I'm gonna give you 60 bottles, I believe in overkill Heart attack, you know you're never coming back Cause I'm the doctor
Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025
You told me that you wanted it I knew it wasn't true Turned out to be the truth babe You know what you can do You can go to hell You can go to hell Goodbye for you Wrapped around your little finger Under your thumb too You know that I'm a singer I'm singing just for you You can go to hell You can go to hell So much for you Goodbye I hope you get my little message I hope you hear me I thought you might've been the answer Obviously crazy You can go to hell You can go to hell But you're a fair screw I guess I better get moving Lot of things I've gotta do I realize it was a waste of time Talking sense to you You can go to hell You can go to hell You can go to hell You can go to hell Poison ivy
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Feb 06, 2026
I'm a loser, I'm a loser I'm a loser, that's what they said That's what they said Now I got their women in my bed You buy me a drink and you wish that I was dead I'm a loser, I'm a loser I'm a loser and I don't know their names I don't know their names Call me a superstar, play that game Cost you a million just to sign your name I'm a loser, I'm a loser I'm a loser, they turn me around Turn me around Big wide smile gonna bring me down They don't know your arse from a hole in the ground I'm a loser, I'm a loser, I'm a loser
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Feb 06, 2026
Seize the time There's only minutes left to zero Just got a little taste I gotta get some more Just me and you (Chorus) Teenage, backstage, sex and outrage It's like I got An outboard motor in my bloodstream And all you've done tonight Is walk in through the door No lie - all true Teenage, backstage, sex and outrage I think you know Exactly what I'm trying to get at The way you move yourself Should be against the law It's up to you Teenage, backstage, sex and outrage
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025
America, hot as hell Hysterical, cast a spell The endless road, another night to bend your mind White line fever, I think that state patrol car's still behind America, cold as death Up to Canada, crystal meth Another West Coast turnaround and back to start Yakima Reservation, just another broken heart America, we liked it fine Sinsemilla, Ripple Wine Another schoolgirl with her daddy's Pontiac Another killer from the wrong side of the tracks America, fast cars America, the girls, the bars America, don't make no fuss America, get on the bus
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Feb 06, 2026
Sometimes you misunderstood The way I see it, don't do no good Sometimes you can't raise no help Wind up ahead of yourself I swear I get so tired of aggravation Believe me baby it's nowhere, nowhere The same old thing The same old thing I just wanna Shut it down Shut it down On your feet or on your knees You're only shooting the breeze Words are cheap and talk is free Turns out to be a rabbit with me I'm gonna ace you out No more confusion Begin to make me nervous, nervous The same old thing The same old thing I just wanna Shut it down Shut it down I don't think you understand Ain't no-one holding your hand You're only skin and bone You're born broke and you die alone Free rides are over now No more Mr. Nice Guy Believe me babe, it's over, over The same old thing The same old thing I just wanna Shut it down Shut it down
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Nov 09, 2025
Got to hurry, got to hurry I don´t believe you worry Take it back, take it back You know you can´t do that Don´t want no sleep Up for a week Yes, I´m a speekfreak, speedfreak Way too fast, way too fast Gonna be the first and last Shoot ya down, shoot ya down Flamin´ Wreck you hit the ground Up for a week Don´t need no sleep Cos I´m a speedfreak, speedfreak No regrets, no regrets You can´t afford´em yet Comin´ down, comin´ down Over, under, sideways, round Up for a week Playin´ Hide and Seek Cos I´m a speedfreak, everlasting speedfreak
Submitted by BloodShrine — Nov 09, 2025
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 Just a bunch of clowns Don't let 'em grind ya down Sons of bitches, crocodile tears in their eyes We scare 'em shitless just by showin' up alive Why don't you tell 'em to shove it They might as well love it Give you runaround Don't let 'em grind ya down Evil bastards ain't got nothin' else to do Make your life a misery and put you off your food Don't you dare to go under Don't let 'em steal your thunder Listen to the sound Well let 'em grind that down
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Feb 06, 2026
I don't need no blind belief I don't need no comic relief I don't need to see no scars I don't need Jesus Christ Superstar Don't need Sunday Television You bet your life I don't need religion And I'll tell you something else I don't need no time for prayer Don't save no knee-pads for me up there If your head's alright You don't need binoculars to see the light You don't need no miracle vision You bet your life you don't need religion I don't need no Santa Claus And I don't believe in fairies no more I don't need to go to confession I'm already trying to fight depression I don't need no exorcism Bet your life I don't need religion
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Feb 06, 2026
Took her to a bar, I though I'd covered all my tracks Thought I had it made, then I felt daggers in my back You came walkin' through the door sailed into the attack Don't seem to be my night You got me bang to rights I ain't gonna fight it baby, there ain't no excuse Don't know what to tell ya, but I hope you don't cut loose It don't matter anyway, my head is in the noose You got me stitched up tight You got me bang to rights I can tell you ain't exactly listening to me I just wish that I could thing of some place else to be I'm gonna make it up to you, just you wait and see My future ain't too bright You got me bang to rights
Dark night, nothing to see Invisible hand in front of me Scared to death there's someone near Scared to move, but you can't stay here You know me, evil eye You know me, prepare to die You know me, the snakebite kiss Devil's grip, the Iron Fist Flying horse don't make a sound Flying hooves don't touch the ground Walk in circle, lose your track Can't go on, but you can't go back You know me, evil eye You know me, prepare to die You know me, the snakebite kiss Devil's grip, the Iron Fist Moon eclipse and you know why Ghost rider in the sky Beast of evil, devil's hound Tooth and claw, they pull you down You know me, evil eye You know me, prepare to die You know me, the graveyard kiss Devil's grip, the Iron Fist
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Feb 06, 2026
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