Motorhead

Come down off your high horse,
Who do you think you are,
Just a clown in a one horse town,
In a broke down second-hand car,
Can you still get it up,
Or are we pushing too hard,
If you wanna get your hands on a beautiful girl,
You gotta use a Mastercard.
[1st Chorus:]
Theres no excuse for bullshit
So dont try to feed me none,
You better shake some action,
Bring it on, bring it on,
You dont like the way we speak,
You dont like it when you lose,
Shouldnt be sad, dont get mad,
Or we gonna teach you how to sing the blues.
Get on your horse and ride,
Where shall we go today,
Lets go to a place I know,
Where the speed freaks babble all day,
Or are you gonna be mean,
If you ever speak to a beautiful girl,
Shell laugh you right out of your jeans.
[2nd Chorus:]
Theres no reason we should listen,
Why do you talk so much,
You better bite your finger,
Bring it up, bring it up,
You dont like the way we fight,
You dont have a fucking clue,
You wont be great, but dont be late,
Or we gonna teach you how to sing the blues.
[3rd Chorus:]
Theres nothing out here for you,
Why did you wait so long,
You better shake your moneymaker.
Bring it on, bring it on,
You dont like the way we laugh,
At you and your retro shoes,
Dont be a heel, or an imbecile,
Or we gonna teach you how to sing the blues,
You aint gonna be no hero,
Cos you aint got nothin to lose,
So move it out and shut your mouth,
Or we gonna teach you how to sing the blues.
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