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Me and my mate we think you're great Some we like and some we hate I know him I've seen him on the adverts Got any badges posters stickers or t-shirts You were bloody great last time you come I thought me 'ead was stuck in the bass drum Bloody loud, me bloody head hurts Got any badges posters stickers and t-shirts So how'd you get a start in show biz My mate's as good on the drums as he is My mate thinks I'm bloody cracked Please sign my jacket on the back All them badges made of plastic I think they're great, just fantastic I'm unemployed, he's still at school He gets annoyed 'cause I'm such a fool You don't half sweat a lot up there Have you got showers in here? You're bloody great, my bloody head hurts Got any badges posters stickers and t-shirts Yeah, me and my mate like AC-DC Hot & sweaty, loud & greasy My mom says we're a pair of perverts Got any badges posters stickers and t-shirts C'mon mister We hitch-hiked here in pouring rain Now we've missed the frigging train. Hey! can I have one of them lagers? Thanks very much, mate. Can 'e have one? a-one, a-two, a-one two three four...Brothers In Arms
These mist covered mountains Are a home now for me But my home is the lowlands And always will be Some day you'll return to Your valleys and your farms And you'll no longer burn To be brothers in arm Through these fields of destruction Baptism of fire I've watched all your suffering As the battles raged higher And though they did hurt me so bad In the fear and alarm You did not desert me My brothers in arms There's so many different worlds So many different suns And we have just one world But we live in different ones Now the sun's gone to hell And the moon's riding high Let me bid you farewell Every man has to die But it's written in the starlight And every line on your palm We're fools to make war On our brothers in armsThe Bug
well it's a strange old game - you learn it slow one step forward and it's back to go you're standing on the throttle you're standing on the breaks in the groove 'til you make a mistake sometimes you're the windshield sometimes you're the bug sometimes it all comes together baby sometimes you're a fool in love sometimes you're the louisville slugger sometimes you're the ball sometimes it all comes together baby sometimes you're going to lose it all you gotta know happy - you gotta know glad because you're gonna know lonely and you're gonna know bad when you're rippin' and a ridin' and you're coming on strong you start slippin' and slidin' and it all goes wrong because sometimes you're the windshield sometimes you're the bug sometimes it all comes together baby sometimes you're a fool in love sometimes you're the louisville slugger baby sometimes you're the ball sometimes it all comes together baby sometimes you're going to lose it all one day you got the glory one day you got none one day you're a diamond and then you're a stone everything can change in the blink of an eye so let the good times roll before we say goodbye, because sometimes you're the windshield sometimes you're the bug sometimes it all comes together baby sometimes you're a fool in love sometimes you're the louisville slugger baby sometimes you're the ball sometimes it all comes together baby sometimes you're going to lose it all