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Motorhead - Ace of Spades Album Lyrics



Motorhead - Ace of Spades Lyrics






Ace of Spades

If you like to gamble
I tell you, I'm your man
You win some, lose some
It's all the same to me

The pleasure is to play
Makes no difference what you say
I don't share your greed
The only card I need
Is the Ace of Spades
The Ace of Spades

Playing for the high one
Dancing with the devil
Going with the flow
It's all a game to me

Seven or eleven
Snake eyes watching you
Double up or quit
Double stake or split
The Ace of Spades
The Ace of Spades

You know I'm born to lose
And gambling's for fools
But that's the way I like it, baby
I don't want to live forever
And don't forget the joker

Pushing up the ante
I know you got to see me
Read 'em and weep
The dead man's hand again

I see it in your eyes
Take one look and die
The only thing you see
You know it's gonna be
The Ace of Spades
The Ace of Spades, uh
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Writer: Philip John Taylor, Edward Alan Clarke, Ian Kilmister
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC






Love Me Like A Reptile

Knew I had to bite you baby when I first set eyes on you,
That moment turned me on, I can't believe it's true,
I like to watch your body sway,
I got no choice, I'm gonna twist your tail,
Love Me Like A Reptile, I'm gonna sink my fangs in you

Thunder lizard, stony eye, you got me hypnotised,
Hot tongue breaks in and out and I can't believe my eyes,
And your soft white belly, next to mine,
Scaly baby, see you shine,
Love Me Like A Reptile, you're murder in disguise,
Black mamba, murder in disguise

Baby you're a rattlesnake, you know the way I feel,
Feel you crawling up my back, you've got no love to steal,
You know I've got my eyes on you,
You're petrified, gonna stick like glue,
Love Me Like A Reptile, shock you like an electric eel
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Writer: EDWARD ALAN CLARKE, IAN KILMISTER, PHILIP JOHN TAYLOR
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC






Shoot You In The Back

Western movies!

The riders ride, into the night
Into the west, to see who's gun's the best
They're all fools, to live by rules
The rider wearing black
Oh, he's gonna shoot you in the back, ow!

The horseman turns, the wound that burns
The awful pain, the crimson rain
He got to realize, before he dies
The rider wearing black
Know he's gonna shoot you in the back

It's suicide, to live on pride
You claim you own, your skin, your bone
Your own life, cuts you like a knife
The rider wearing black
He's gonna, he's gonna shoot you in the back, hey!

In the western movies!
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Writer: EDWARD ALAN CLARKE, IAN KILMISTER, PHILIP JOHN TAYLOR
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC






Live To Win

You know you can't be hurt,
You gotta believe in your star,
They'll always treat you like dirt,
They can only push you so far,
They can't take it away,
If they've got something to say,
They might try and fence you in,
But you've only gotta Live To Win

I know it's hard, a natural drag,
It's a hassle to fight,
If you don't wanna be a slag,
If you believe you're right,
They've got the power now,
But soon it's our hour now,
We all know where we been,
All we do is Live To Win

You mustn't shout it out loud,
Don't create a scene,
It's no good being proud
That only feeds the scheme,
Break down the wall,
Live it up it's their time to fall,
Anarchy is coming in,
If you know we Live To Win
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Writer: EDWARD ALAN CLARKE, IAN KILMISTER, PHILIP JOHN TAYLOR
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC






Fast And Loose

Two o' clock in the morning baby,
I know it's late, I know it's late,
I'm dark and I like the night,
And I can make you feel alright,
I've been around for quite a while,
And I've learned to make you smile,
I know you won't refuse,
You know I'm Fast And Loose

Two o' clock in the morning sugar,
You know I'm sleeping, you must be sleeping,
Why don't you invite me in?
Get yourself some original sin,
I'll wake you up, but stay in bed,
Don't get up, get down instead,
I don't need no excuse,
To like it Fast And Loose

Two o' clock in the morning honey,
Let me in baby, let me in,
You know me, you know I'm wired,
I'm gonna stop you feeling tired,
I'm coming over and I won't be long,
Just let me finish writing this song,
I'm gonna blow your fuse,
I know you like it Fast And Loose
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Writer: Edward Alan Clarke, Ian Fraser Kilminster, Philip John Taylor
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC






We Are The Road Crew

[I. Kilmister, E. Clarke, P. Taylor]
[Motor Music Ltd.]

Another town, another place
Another girl, another face
Another truck, another race

Eatin' junk, feelin' bad
Another night, goin' mad
My Woman leavin' I'm so sad

But I just love the life I lead
Another beer is what I need
Another gig, my ears bleed
We are the road crew

Another town, left behind
Another drink, completely blind
Another hotel I can't find

Another backstage pass for you
Another tube of superglue
Another border to get through

Drivin' like a maniac
Drivin' way to hell and back
Another room a case to pack
We are the road crew

Another hotel, we can burn
Another screw, another turn
Another Europe map to learn

Another truckstop on the way
Another game that I can play
Another word I learned to say

Another bloody customs post
Another f*cking foreign coast
Another set of scars to boast
We are the road crew
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Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher






Fire Fire

Foxy do you have a light?
Can you light me up tonight?
I'd like to see you burn me down,
Why don't you let me light your fire?
Why don't you let me stoke you higher?
Fire, Fire! Holocaust,
Fire, Fire! Given up for lost,
Fire, Fire! Strike one, strike two,
Fire, Fire! I'm a match for you

You're quick to learn,
I love to watch you burn,
Come any time I'll torch you out,
Only you can create the flame,
Only you can scorch my brain,
Fire, Fire! Conflagration,
Fire, Fire! Hellfire, damnation,
Fire, Fire! Strike six strike eight,
Fire, Fire! I think you're great

You can't put me out,
But there ain't no doubt,
You ain't nowhere near safe with me,
You ain't the first to turn me down,
You ain't the first to turn me round,
Fire, Fire! Big black smoke,
Fire, Fire! Ain't no joke,
Fire, Fire! Strike nine strike ten,
Fire, Fire! Strike out again
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Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher






Jailbait

Hey baby you're a sweet young thing,
Still tied to Mommy's apron strings,
I don't even dare to ask your age,
It's enough to know you're here backstage,
You're Jailbait, and I just can't wait,
Jailbait baby come on

One look baby, all I need,
My decision made at lightning speed,
I don't even want to know your name,
It's enough to know you feel the same,
You're Jailbait, and I just can't wait,
Jailbait baby come on

Hey babe you know you look so fine,
Send shivers up and down my spine,
I don't care about our different ages,
I'm an open book with well thumbed pages,
You're Jailbait, and I just can't wait,
Jailbait baby come on


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Writer: EDWARD ALAN CLARKE, IAN KILMISTER, PHILIP JOHN TAYLOR
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC






Dance

If you want to feel good,
If you want to feel alright,
If you want to shake your stuff,
Get some rock 'n' roll tonight,
Dance, 'til your shoes are hot,
Dance, 'til your nerves are shot,
Dance, give it all you got,
Dance, Dance, ready or not,

If you want to shake it up,
If you want to feel so cool,
Get down with them girls,
Get down you dancing fool,
Dance, 'til your bones are tired,
Dance, 'til you feel inspired,
Dance, get your hormones fired,
Dance, we're dancing wired

You're jiving feeling right,
You're jiving in the crowd,
You're dancing 'til you drop,
Rock 'n' roll music's good and loud,
Dance, you liked your score,
Dance, what you're looking for,
Dance, if you're rich or poor,
Dance, can't take no more
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Writer: MATTHEW ROBERT TAYLOR
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., O/B/O APRA AMCOS, Universal Music Publishing Group






Bite The Bullet

Stepping out, I'm leaving here
No use crying, crying in my beer
Enough's enough, believe it's true
Bite the bullet, I'm leaving you

I said goodbye, I left a note
But I don't remember, what I wrote
The same old words, to say we're through
Bite the bullet, I'm leaving you

So that's the way it always ends
Get sympathy from all your friends
Seems there's nothing, nothing else to do
Bite the bullet, I'm leaving you
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Writer: Edward Alan Clarke, Ian Fraser Kilminster, Philip John Taylor
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC






The Chase Is Better Than The Catch

You know I'm bad, the times I've had
I've got a bad reputation
I don't care, I get my share
Don't feel no deprivation, I don't

The more I get the better it is
I like it fine, like a little whiz
Treat 'em like ladies, that's a fact
You know the chase is better than the catch, you know

Silver-tongued devil, demon lech
I know just what I'm doing
I like a little innocent bitch
You know I ain't just screwing, I ain't

I love you baby, love you too much
I like it fine, I feel your touch
But your appearance don't hold no class
You know the chase is better than the catch, you know

A little beauty, I love you madly
Come on home with me
I know you're hot, I know what you've got
You know I want to shake your tree, you know

Come on honey, touch me right there
Come on honey, don't you get scared
Come on honey, let me get you in the sack
You know the chase is better than the catch, you know

All right
Come on
Let me hear ya
Let me hear ya
Let me hear ya
Let me hear ya
I can't hear ya
I can't hear ya
I can't hear ya, can't hear
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Writer: Edward Alan Clarke, Ian Kilmister, Philip John Taylor
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC






The Hammer

Let the killer go, don't let your mother know,
Don't go out tonight, don't even try to fight,
'Cos I can see, I've got the thing you need,
And I'm here to stay, it's gonna be that way,
Don't try to run, don't try to scream,
Believe me, The Hammer's gonna smash your dream

I'm in your life, just might be in your wife,
Could be behind your back, I might be on your track,
And it might be true, I might be onto you,
I'll scare you half to death, I'll take away your breath,
Don't try to see, don't try to hide,
Believe me, The Hammer's gonna make you die

There ain't no way, you'll see another day,
I'm shooting out your lights, bring you eternal night,
And your eternal tricks, begin to make me sick,
The only thing I know, is that you've gotta go,
Don't try to hide, don't look around,
Believe me, The Hammer's gonna bring you down,

Believe me, The Hammer's coming down!
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Writer: JON THOMAS LANGSTON, COLE TAYLOR, THOMAS ARCHER, TRENT BAREN
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






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Ace of Spades is the fourth studio album by English rock band Motörhead, released in October 1980 via Bronze Records. It is the band's most commercially successful album, peaking at number four on the UK Albums Chart and reaching gold status in the UK by March 1981. It was preceded by the release of the title track as a single in October, which peaked in the UK Singles Chart at No. 15 in early November.

It was the band's debut release in the United States, with Mercury Records handling distribution in North America. In 2020, the album was ranked at 408 on Rolling Stone's 500 Greatest Albums of All Time list.
Performed By: Motorhead
Genre(s): Heavy metal, speed metal, hard rock
Producer(s): Vic Maile
Length: 36:42
Released: October 1st, 1980
Year: 1980

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