Texty:
Motörhead Live Loud Lewd Live

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

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

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

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