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There are those mornings when you wake up stupid from your hair to your bone marrow & son of a bitch... right?
Oh no?!?!? Well, if that's never happened to you, then you're a square. Get out of my review right now, square. You're not worthy of reading such a masterpiece, square.
Now that we've done the entrance selection, we can begin.
I'm talking about those mornings when early in the morning around 7:30, stopped at the traffic light, you see the lady crossing the pedestrian lines and you go "PPAMME!" out loud and you see her get scared and start hurling about forty-seven point nine point eight insults per minute in the local dialect pronounced really tight, and you laugh, because that morning you woke up son of a bitch, and it's nice to vent your son-of-a-bitchness in all sorts of ways.
Or even better, at the next traffic light, you see the man in a suit and tie with the 3.000 petrol 24 valves, comfy and composed in his black leather upholstery. You approach with your 900 fossil fuel injection and give some accelerator kicks looking him straight in the eyes' balls, and he looks at you laughing as if to say "where do you think you're going with that contraption", and when you start, you see him showing off his 3.000 petrol 24 valves screeching away like mad while you turn the other way at 5 km per hour, just because you're stupid, and it amuses you to think that he's thinking "but? how? but?". After going 200 meters from the junction, you pull over to the side of the road where there's no one and shout to the gentleman on the other side going to get the newspaper: "excuse me? for the station?" and you see him crossing the whole street and as he reaches your window with a gentle air, you put in first gear and leave, just because that morning you woke up son of a bitch and stupid from your hair to your bone marrow, and there's no way around it, you have to show the world how much of a jerk you are. And it amuses you to see the gentle man transform into a curse-spitting machine that starts from your great-great-grandparents to reach your great-great-grandchildren.
And when the deaf box starts with the beautifully dragging riff, and the raspy voice of Bonn Scottland says I am hot, And when I'm not, I'm cold as ice, Get out of my way, Step aside, Or pay the price (...) That's Nothing You Can Do, 'Cause I'm Problem Child! you think "you're right, you are, Bonn!". Damn if Bonn was right.
After having success, after sex, drugs, and rock'n'roll, after being tough, the "acids??!?! .. yes!" have brought out the soundtrack of the dickhead's head, the anthem of the slacker, the foolishness set to music, the mess under stupidity. Hooray for stupidity, screw the tie. Dog Eat Dog, Bad Boy Boogie, Overdose, Go Down... cause Hell Ain't A Bad Place To Be, my dear Problem Child. Angus, you sure got it all figured out, damn it. Over 50 years old and still out there fooling around, don't smother the child within you, scare the old ladies, screw around, but a lot... because it keeps you young, ugly squares. (etttièh!)
Tracklist Lyrics Samples and Videos
02 Dog Eat Dog (03:34)
Well it's a dog eat dog, eat cat too
The French eat frog, and I eat you
Business man when you make a deal
Do you know who you can trust
Do you sign your life away
Do you write your name in dust
Hey, hey, hey
Every dog has its day
It's a dog eat dog, dog eat dog
Dog eat dog, read the news
Someone win, someone lose
Up's above and down's below
And limbo's in between
Up you win, down you lose
It's anybody's game
Hey, hey, hey
Every dog has its day
It's a dog eat dog, dog eat dog
And it's a eye for eye
Tooth for tooth
It's a lie
That's the truth
See the blind man on the street
Lookin' for somethin' free
Hear the kind man ask his friend
What's in it for me
Hey, hey, hey
Every dog has its day
It's a dog eat dog, dog eat dog
Dog eat dog, Dog eat dog
Dog eat dog, Dog eat dog
Dog eat dog, Dog eat dog
Dog eat dog, Dog eat dog...
03 Let There Be Rock (06:06)
We roll tonight [we're on tonight]
Till the guitar bite
Yeah, yeah, oh
Stand up and be counted
For what you are about to receive
We are the dealers
We'll give you everything you need
Hail hail to the good times
'cause rock has got the right of way
We ain't no legend, ain't no cause
We're just livin' for today
For those about to rock, we salute you
For those about to rock, we salute you
We rock at dawn on the front line
Like a bolt right out of the blue
The sky's alight with the guitar fight
Heads will roll and rock tonight
For those about to rock, we salute you
For those about to rock, we salute you
For those about to rock, we salute you
Yes we do
For those about to rock, we salute you
Oooh, salute!
Oooh, ooooh yeah
We're just a battery for hire with a guitar fire
Ready and aimed at you
Pick up your balls and load up your cannon
For a twenty-one gun salute
For those about to rock - fire
We salute you
For those about to rock, we salute you
Those about to rock - fire
We salute you
Fire
We salute you
We salute you
Come on, whooa
For those about to rock, we salute you (x4)
Shoot, shoot (x2)
For those of you, for those who
Yeah
(ain't gonna get tired, won't take a break, we salute you.)
We salute you (x3)
Fire
05 Overdose (06:09)
I never smoked me no cigarettes
I never drank much booze
But I'm only a man doncha understand
A man can sometimes lose
You gave me somethin' I never had
Pulled me down with you
Hit me up with a big hunka love
Hope you can pull you through
I overdosed on you
I overdosed on you
Crazy but it's true,
Ain't nothin' I can do
I overdosed on you
Oh woman you give to me
More than I can take
But listen honey
I don't mind
You're a habit I don't wanna break
Don't want me none of that harder stuff
Don't need it anymore
I'm in hell and I'm sinkin' fast
And I don't need no cure
I overdosed on you
I overdosed on you
Crazy but it's true
Ain't nothin' I can do
I overdosed on you
I was as happy as a man can be
To far gone to save
Died of love and plenty of
Just write on my grave
I overdosed on you
I overdosed on you
Crazy but it's true
There's nothin' I can do
I overdosed on you
On you
On you, on you
All over you, all over you, all over
I overdosed, overdosed
Overdosed on you
Overdosed, aaaahhhh
08 Whole Lotta Rosie (05:24)
Wanna tell you a story
'Bout a woman I know
When it comes to lovin'
Oh, she steals the show
She ain't exactly pretty
She ain't exaclty small
42-39-56
You could say she's got it ALLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!!
Never had a woman, never had a woman like you
Doin' all the things, doin' all the things you do
Ain't no fairy story
Ain't no skin-and-bones
But you give all you got, weighin' in at nineteen stone
You're a whole lotta woman
A whole lotta woman
I gotta whole lotta Rosie
A whole lotta Rosie
A whole lotta Rosie
I gotta whole lotta woman, yeah-yeah-yeah
Honey, you can do, do it to me all night long
Only one can turn, only one can turn me on
All through the night-time
Right around the clock
To my suprise, Rosie never stops
You're a whole lotta woman
A whole lotta woman
I gotta whole lotta Rosie
A whole lotta Rosie
A whole lotta Rosie
I gotta whole lotta woman, yeah-yeah-yeah
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