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Fly On The Wall 1985



Brian Johnson - vocals;
Bon Scott - vocals(5);
Angus Young - guitar;
Malcolm Young - guitar;
Simon Wright - drums;
Phil Rudd - drums(2)(5)(6)(9);
Cliff Williams - bass.
Mark Evans - bass(5).



1-Who Made Who
2-You Shook Me All Night Long
3-D.T.
4-Sink The Pink
5-Ride On
6-Hells Bells
7-Shake Your Foundations
8-Chase The Ace
9-For Those About To Rock (We Salute You)


WHO MADE WHO
Young / Young / Johnson


The video game says "Play me"
Face it on a level but it takes you every time on a one on one
Feeling running down your spine
Nothing gonna save your one last dime cause it owns you
Through and through

The databank knows my number
Says I gotta pay cause I made the grade last year
Feel it when I turn the screw
Kicks you round the world, there ain't a thing that it can't do
Do to you

CHORUS:
Who made who, who made you?
Who made who, ain't nobody told you?
Who made who, who made you?
If you made them and they made you
Who picked up the bill, and who made who? (or who picked up the glue,...)(?)

Who made who, who turned the screw?

Satellites send me picture
Get it in the eye,
take it to the world (take it to the wire)
spinning like a dynamo
Feel it going round and round
Running out of chips, you got no line in an 8-bit town
So don't look down, no

CHORUS

Ain't nobody told you, who made who?

YOU SHOOK ME ALL NIGHT LONG
Young / Young / Johnson


She was a fast machine she kept her motor clean
She was the best damn woman that I ever seen
She had the sightless eyes telling me no lies
Knocking me out with those American thighs
Taking more than her share
Had me fighting for air
She told me to come but I was already there
'Cause the walls start shaking
The earth was quaking
My mind was aching
And we were making it

And you shook me all night long
Yeah you shook me all night long

Working double time on the seduction line
She's one of a kind she's just mine all mine
Wanted no applause it's just another course
Made a meal outta me
And come back for more
Had to cool me down to take another round
Now I'm back in the ring to take another swing
'Cause the walls were shaking the earth was quaking
My mind was aching
And we were making it

And you shook me all night long
Yeah you shook me all night long
It knocked me out I said you
Shook me all night long
You had me shaking and you
Shook me all night long
Yeah you shook me
When you took me

You really took me and you
Shook me all night long
Ah, you shook me all night long
Yeah yeah you shook me all night long
You really got me and you
Shook me all night long
Yeah you shook me
Yeah you shook me
All night long

D.T.
Young / Young


Instrumental

SINK THE PINK
Young / Young / Johnson


Put your gear into fire
Lay your bullets on the ground
Turn your head to desire
There's a woman going down
She said she'll rack you up, all the way
Then she gonna spit you out, count your days
She says choice is yours, casually
So why don't you do what comes naturally

Sink the pink, it's all the fashion
Drink the drink, it's old fashion
Gimme water, gimme wine
Gonna show you, a good time
Sink the pink, sink the pink

Got a fever running high
Give you wings to make you fly
She school you like a fool
She make you break the rules
She wanna give it a shot, hit the spot
And I'm gonna rack 'em up, get it hot
She said, make it good, satisfy
You know that woman got Dallas eyes

Sink the pink, it's all the fashion
Drink the drink, it's old fashion
Gimme water, gimme wine
Gonna show you, a good time
Sink the pink, sink the pink
I want you to sink it for me...

Sink the pink, sink the pink, it's all the fashion
Drink the drink, drink the drink, it's old fashion
Gimme water, gimme wine
Gonna show you, a good time
Sink the pink, sink the pink, sink the pink, Sink the pink
Oh, oh ohhh, sink the pink

RIDE ON
Young / Young / Scott


It's another lonely evenin'
In another lonely town
But I ain't too young to worry
And I ain't too old to cry
When a woman gets me down

Got another empty bottle
And another empty bed
Ain't too young to admit it
And I'm not too old to lie
I'm just another empty head

That's why I'm lonely
I'm so lonely
But I know what I'm gonna do

I'm gonna ride on
Ride on
Ride on, standing on the edge of the road
Ride on, thumb in the air
Ride on, one of these days I'm gonna
Ride on, change my evil ways
Till then I'll just keep ridin' on

Broke another promise
And I broke another heart
But I ain't too young to realize
That I ain't too old to try
Try to get back to the start
And it's another redlight nightmare
Another redlight street
And I ain't too old to hurry
Cause I ain't too old to die
But I sure am hard to beat

But I'm lonely
Lord I'm lonely
What am I gonna do

Ride on
Ride on, got myself a one-way ticket
Ride on
Ride on, going the wrong way
Ride on, gonna change my evil ways
Ride on, one of these days
One of these days

Ride on
Ride on
I'm gonna ride on
Ride on, looking for a truck
Ride on, hmmmm
Ride on, keep on riding
Riding on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on
Ride on, gonna have myself a good time
Ride on, ohh yeah
Ride on, yeah yeah
Ride on, one of these days
Ride on, one of these days

HELLS BELLS
Young / Young / Johnson


I'm rolling thunder, pouring rain
I'm coming on like a hurricane
My lightning's flashing across the sky
You're only young but you're gonna die
I won't take no prisoners won't spare no lives
Nobody's putting up a fight
I got my bell I'm gonna take you to hell
I'm gonna get ya, satan get ya

Hells bells
Hells bells, you got me ringing
Hells bells, my temperature's high
Hells bells

I'll give you black sensations up and down your spine
If you're into evil, you're a friend of mine
See the white light flashing as I split the night
Cos if good's on the left then I'm sticking to the right
I won't take no prisoners won't spare no lives
Nobody's puttin' up a fight
I got my bell I'm gonna take you to hell
I'm gonna get ya satan get ya

Hells bells
Hells bells, you got me ringing
Hells bells, my temperature's high
Hells bells

Hells bells, satan's coming to you
Hells bells, he's ringing them now
Those hells bells, the temperature's high
Hells bells, across the sky
Hells bells, they're taking you down
Hells bells, they're dragging you down
Hells bells, gonna split the night
Hells bells, there's no way to fight
Hells bells

SHAKE YOUR FOUNDATIONS
Young / Young / Johnson


You gotta see me leaning on the bar
I got my head in a whiskey jar
Feeling good cause the city's alive
I'm getting ready to rock and jive
I get up and I slide across the floor
You wanna come an' I'll meet you at the door
No one can stop us cause we're feelin' too right
We're gonna steal our way around tonight
Alright, alright

Aye, aye, oh, shake your foundations
Aye, aye, oh, shake it to the floor
Aye, aye, oh, shake your foundations
Aye, aye, oh, shake it

I was taking no liberties
She getting hotter off the heat on me
I was oiling, she was slick
Licking off the sweat, her favourite trick
Help me, help me please
Tame this animal, and help me to breathe
I said no, no way, you gotta come with me, all the way
Ok I'll play

Aye, aye, oh, shake your foundations
Aye, aye, oh, shake it to the floor
Aye, aye, oh, shake your foundations
Aye, aye, oh, shake it to the floor

Aye, aye, oh, shake your foundations
Aye, aye, oh, shake it to the floor
Aye, aye, oh, shake your foundations
Aye, aye, oh, shake it

We had the night, we had the time
She had the sugar and I had the wine
Took my hand shook me to the core
Told her not to touch but she was coming back for more
You know what for

Aye, aye, aye, aye
Aye, aye, oh, shake your foundations
Aye, aye, oh, shake it to the floor
Aye, aye, oh, shake your foundations
Aye, aye, oh, shake it to the floor
Aye, aye, oh, shake your foundations
Aye, aye, oh, shake it to the floor
Aye, aye, oh, shake your foundations
Make a sign

CHASE THE ACE
Young / Young


Instrumental

FOR THOSE ABOUT TO ROCK (WE SALUTE YOU)
Young / Young / Johnson


Oh yeah yeah!
Oh oh oh!
We roll tonight to the guitar bite
Yeah yeah, ow!

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 outta the blue
The sky's alight with a guitar bite
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, salute

We're just a battery for hire with the 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)
For those about to rock, fire (We salute you)
Fire, we salute you

We salute you, c'mon
(For those about to rock, we salute you)
(For those about to rock, we salute you)
For those about to rock, we salute you
For those about to rock, we salute you
Shoot, shoot
Shoot, shoot

For those who give
For those who take
For those on the line and those on the make, we salute you, yeah
We salute you, we salute you
We salute you
Fire

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