Live Special Collector's Edition Line-up : Young, Young, Johnson, Williams, Slade Producteur : Bruce Fairbairn Lieu d'enregistrement : pendant la tournée mondiale 1990-1991 1-01. Thunderstruck 1-02. Shoot To Thrill 1-03. Back In Black 1-04. Sin City 1-05. Who Made Who 1-06. Heatseeker 1-07. Fire Your Guns 1-08. Jailbreak 1-09. The Jack 1-10. The Razors Edge 1-11. Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap 1-12. Moneytalks 2-01. Hells Bells 2-02. Are You Ready 2-03. That's The Way I Wanna Rock And Roll 2-04. High Voltage 2-05. You Shook Me All Night Long 2-06. Whole Lotta Rosie 2-07. Let There Be Rock 2-08. Bonny 2-09. Highway To Hell 2-10. For Those About The Rock (We Salute You) -+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+- 1-01. Thunderstruck Thunder, thunder, thunder, thunder I was caught in the middle of a railroad track I looked round and I knew there was no turning back My mind raced, and I thought what could I do And I knew there was no help, no help from you Sound of the drums, beating in my heart The thunder of guns, tore me apart You've been, thunderstruck Rode down the highway, broke the limit, we hit the town Went through to Texas, yeah Texas, and we had some fun We met some girls, some dancers who gave a good time Broke all the rules, played all the fools Yeah, yeah, they, they, they blew our minds And I was shaking at the knees Could I come again please Yeah the ladies were too kind You've been, thunderstruck Thunderstruck, thunderstruck, thunderstruck, yeah I was shaking at kness Could I come again please Thunderstruck, thunderstruck Thunderstruck, thunderstruck Yeah, it's alright, we're doin' fine Yeah, it's alright, we're doin' fine, fine, fine Thunderstruck, yeah, yeah, yeah Thunderstruck, thunderstruck Thunderstruck, baby, baby Thunderstruck, you've been thunderstruck Thunderstruck, thunderstruck You've been thunderstruck -+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+- 1-02. Shoot To Thrill All you women who want a man of the street But you don't know which way you wanna turn Just keep a coming and put your hand out to me 'Cause I'm the one who's gonna make you burn I'm gonna take you down, down, down, down So don't you fool around I'm gonna pull it, pull it, pull the trigger Shoot to thrill, play to kill Too many women with too many pills Shoot to thrill, play to kill I got my gun at the ready, gonna fire at will Yeah I'm like evil, I get under your skin Just like a bomb that's ready to blow 'Cause I'm illegal, I got everything That all you women might need to know I'm gonna take you down, yeah, down, down, down So don't you fool around I'm gonna pull it, pull it, pull the trigger Shoot to thrill, play to kill Too many women with too many pills Shoot to thrill, play to kill I got my gun at the ready, gonna fire at will 'Cause I shoot to thrill, and I'm ready to kill I can't get enough, I can't get the thrill I shoot to thrill, play to kill Yeah, pull the trigger Pull it, pull it, pull it, pull the trigger Oh Shoot to thrill, play to kill Too many women, with too many pills I said, shoot to thrill, play to kill I got my gun at the ready, gonna fire at will 'Cause I shoot to thrill, and I'm ready to kill And I can't get enough, and I can't get my thrill 'Cause I shoot to thrill, play it again Yeah Shoot you down Yeah I'm gonna get you to the bottom and shoot you I'm gonna shoot you Oh hoo yeah yeah yeah I'm gonna shoot you down yeah yeah I'm gonna get you down Yeah yeah yeah yeah Shoot you, shoot you, shoot you, shoot you down Shoot you, shoot you, shoot you down Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ooooooh I'm gonna shoot to thrill Play to kill Shoot to thrill Yeah, ooh yeah -+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+- 1-03. Back In Black Back in black I hit the sack I've been too long I'm glad to be back Yes, I'm let loose From the noose That's kept me hanging about I've been looking at the sky 'Cause it's gettin' me high Forget the hearse 'cause I never die I got nine lives Cat's eyes Abusin' every one of them and running wild 'Cause I'm back Yes, I'm back Well, I'm back Yes, I'm back Well, I'm back, back Well, I'm back in black Yes, I'm back in black Back in the back Of a cadillac Number one with a bullet, I'm a power pack Yes, I'm in a bang With a gang They've got to catch me if they want me to hang Cause I'm back on the track And I'm beatin' the flack Nobody's gonna get me on another rap So look at me now I'm just makin' my play Don't try to push your luck, just get out of my way 'Cause I'm back Yes, I'm back Well, I'm back Yes, I'm back Well, I'm back, back Well, I'm back in black Yes, I'm back in black Well, I'm back, yes I'm back Well, I'm back, yes I'm back Well, I'm back, back Well I'm back in black Yes, I'm back in black Hooo yeah Ohh yeah Yes I am Oooh yeah, yeah, oh yeah Back in now Well I'm back, I'm back Back, I'm back Back, I'm back Back, I'm back Back, I'm back Back Back in black Yes, I'm back in black Out of the sight -+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+- 1-04. Sin City Diamonds and dust (Home at last) Poor man last, rich man first Lambourginis, caviar Dry martinis, Shangri-la I got a burning feeling Deep inside of me It's yearning But I'm going to set it free I'm going in to sin city I'm gonna win in sin city Where the lights are bright Do the town tonight I'm gonna win in sin city (I'm gonna rule you baby) Ladders and snakes Ladders give, snakes take Rich man, poor man, beggarman, thief Ain't got a hope in hell, that's my belief Fingers Freddy, Diamond Jim They're getting ready, look out I'm coming in So spin that wheel, cut that pack And roll those loaded dice Bring on the dancing girls And put the champaign on ice I'm going in to sin city I'm gonna win in sin city Where the lights are bright Do the town tonight I'm gonna win in sin city -+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+- 1-05. Who Made Who The video game says play me Face it on a level But it take you every time, on a one on one Feel it runnin' down your spine Nothin' gonna save your one last dime 'Cause it own you, through and through The data bank know 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, yeah 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? Yeah! Who made who? Who turned the screw? Yeah! Satellites send me a picture, get it in the eye Take it to the wire, spinnin' like a dynamo Feel it goin' round and round Runnin' outta chips You got no line, in the eight bit town So don't look down, no! Ain't nobody told you, oh! 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? Ain't nobody told you Who made who? Who made you? Who made who? Who made you? Nobody told you -+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+- 1-06. Heatseeker We're getting ready, here we go Gettin' ready to rock, gettin' ready to roll Gonna turn up the heat, gonna fire up the coal I gotta keep that motor turnin' I gotta keep that engine clean I gotta keep those tyres burnin' I've got the best you've ever seen Cause I'm a heatseeker, chargin' up the sky Heatseeker, and I, don't need no life preserver Don't need no one to hose me down To hose me down Getting ready to break, get ready to go Get your shoes off an' shake, get your head down and blow Ya gotta keep that woman firin' You gotta keep that circuit clean You gotta make her sound the siren You gotta hear that lady scream Cause I'm a heatseeker, burnin' up the town Heatseeker, I don't, I don't need no life preserver Don't need no one to hose me down To hose me down, here it comes Heatseeker Wanna see you get up, see the whites of your eyes I'm a heatseeker I'm gonna measure you, gonna try you for size I'm a heatseeker Ya gotta keep that motor turnin' Ya gotta keep that engine clean Ya gotta keep those tyres burnin' I got the best you've ever seen I'm a heatseeker I don't need no life preserver Don't need no one to hose me down I'm a heatseeker, I'm a heatseeker, heatseeker Out on the street feel the heat -+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+- 1-07. Fire Your Guns Wild beast, I'll make you mine Taste your kiss, sweet lips devine She got moves, drips of sweat She got eyes of blue, body curves Legs that'll break your nerves Fire, when she's going down Fire, then she make you drown Fire, then she blow you round Yeah, you want some fun Fire your guns, fire your guns Fire your guns, fire your guns That lady bites, hard style Drips of sex, eyes are wild She got moves, long long legs She got eyes of blue, body curves Legs that'll shake the earth Fire, when she's going down Fire, then she make you drown Fire, then she blow you round Yeah, you want some fun Fire your guns, fire your guns Fire your guns, fire your guns Fire, when she's going down Fire, then she make you drown Fire, then she blow you round Yeah, you want some fun Fire your guns, fire your guns Fire your guns, fire your guns Fire your guns, fire your guns Fire your guns, fire your guns Fire your guns Fire your guns -+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+- 1-08. Jailbreak There was a friend of mine on murder And the judge's gavel fell Jury found him guilty Gave him sixteen years in hell He said I ain't spending my life here I ain't living alone Ain't breaking no rocks on the chain gang I'm breakin' out and headin' home Gonna make a jailbreak And I'm lookin' towards the sky I'm gonna make a jailbreak Oh, how I wish that I could fly All in the name of liberty All in the name of liberty Got to be free Jailbreak, let me out of here Jailbreak, sixteen years Jailbreak, had more than I can take Jailbreak, yeah He said he'd seen his lady being fooled with By another man She was down and he was up He had a gun in his hand Bullets started flying everywhere And people started to scream Big man lying on the ground With a hole in his body Where his life had been But it was All in the name of liberty All in the name of liberty I got to be free Jailbreak, jailbreak I got to break out Out of here Heartbeats they were racin' Freedom he was chasin' Spotlights, sirens, rifles firing But he made it out With a bullet in his back -+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+- 1-09. The Jack She gave me her mind Then she gave me her body But it seems to me That she gave it to anybody But I made her cry And I made her scream I took her high And I curdled her cream But how was I to know that she had been there before She told me she was a virgin She was number nine, ninety-nine on the clinical list And I fell in love with the dirty little bitch She's got the Jack, she's got the Jack She's got the Jack, she's got the Jack She's got the Jack, she's got the Jack She's got the Jack, she's got the Jack She's got the Jack, jack, jack, jack, jack, jack, jack She's got the Jack I searched her mind And I searched her body But so did everybody But she gave me her heart And she gave me her soul And a great big, worn out Empty hole But how was I to know it had been filled in before She said, "Bon, I've never had the urgency" She was number nine, ninety-nine on the critical list And I fell in love with the dirty little bitch She's got the Jack, she's got the Jack She's got the Jack, she's got the Jack She's got the Jack, she's got the Jack She's got the Jack, she's got the Jack She's got the Jack, jack, jack, jack, jack, jack, jack She's got the Jack She's got the Jack, she's got the Jack She's got the Jack, she's got the Jack She's got the Jack, she's got the Jack She's got the Jack, she's got the Jack She's got the Jack, jack, jack, jack, jack, jack, jack She's got the Jack -+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+- 1-10. The Razors Edge There's fightin' on the left And marching on the right Don't look up in the sky You're gonna die of fright Here comes the razor's edge You're livin' on the edge Don't know wrong from right They're breathin' down your neck You're runnin' out of lives Here, comes the razor's edge Here, comes the razor's edge The razor's edge Razor's edge to raise the dead Razor's edge to cut to shreds Here, comes the razor's edge Here, comes the razor's edge Well here it comes To cut to shreds The razor's edge It's the razor's edge The razor's edge You be cut to shreds The razor's edge The razor's edge -+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+- 1-11. Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap If you're havin' trouble with your high school head He's givin' you the blues You wanna graduate but not in 'is bed Here's what you gotta do Pick up the phone I'm always home Call me any time Just ring 36 24 36 hey I lead a life of crime Dirty deeds done dirt cheap Dirty deeds and they're done dirt cheap You got problems in your life of love You got a broken heart (She's) he's double dealin' with your best friend That's when the teardrops start, fella Pick up the phone I'm here alone Or make a social call Come right in Forget about him We'll have ourselves a ball Dirty deeds done dirt cheap Dirty deeds and they're done dirt cheap If you got a lady and you want her gone But you ain't got the guts She keeps naggin' at you night and day Enough to drive you nuts Pick up the phone Leave her alone It's time you made a stand For a fee I'm happy to be Your back door man Dirty deeds done dirt cheap Dirty deeds and they're done dirt cheap Concrete shoes, cyanide, TNT Done dirt cheap Neckties, contracts, high voltage Done dirt cheap -+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+- 1-12. Moneytalks Tailored suits, chauffeured cars Fine hotels and big cigars Up for grabs, all for a price Where the red hot girls Keep on dancin' through the night The claim is on you The sights are on me So what do you do, that's guaranteed Hey little girl, you want it all The furs, the diamonds, the paintings on the wall Come on, come on, lovin' for the money Come on, come on, listen to the moneytalk Come on, come on, lovin' for the money Come on, come on, listen to the moneytalk A French maid, foreign chef A big house, with king size bed You had enough, you ship 'em out The dollars up, down, you better buy the pound The claim is on you The sights are on me So what do you do, that's guaranteed Hey little girl, you break the laws You hustle, you deal, you steal from us all Come on, come on, lovin' for the money Come on, come on, listen to the moneytalk Come on, come on, lovin' for the money Come on, come on, listen to the moneytalk Moneytalks Moneytalks B.S. walks Money talks Come on, come on Come on, come on, lovin' for the money Come on, come on, listen to the moneytalk Come on, come on, lovin' for the money Come on, come on, listen to the moneytalk -+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+- 2-01. Hells Bells I'm a rolling thunder, a pouring rain I'm comin' 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 you, Satan get you Hell's bells Yeah, hell's bells You got me ringing hell's bells My temperature's high, hell's bells I'll give you black sensations up and down your spine If you're into evil, you're a friend of mine See my white light flashing as I split the night 'Cause if good's on the left, then I'm stickin' to the right I won't take no prisoners, won't spare no lives Nobody's puttin' up a fight Aw, I got my bell, I'm gonna take you to hell I'm gonna get you, Satan get you Hell's bells Aw, hell's bells You got me ringing hell's bells My temperature's high, hell's bells Yeow Hell's bells, Satan's comin' to you Hell's bells, he's ringing them now Hell's bells, the temperature's high Hell's bells, across the sky Hell's bells, they're takin' you down Hell's bells, they're draggin' you around Hell's bells, gonna split the night Hell's bells, there's no way to fight, yeah Ow Ow, ow Ow Hell's bells -+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+- 2-02. Are You Ready Sweet apple pie, standing in the street Hands outta line, looking for some meat She take you high, when you feel her sting She'll make you fly, then you know you're comin' Who all need it, who Who all need it, you Who all need it, who all need it You all breathe it, we all need it Are you ready for a good time Then get ready for the nigh line Are you ready for a good time Then get ready for the nigh line Are you ready for a good time She's making eyes, at everything she meet It ain't a crime, when she make you pump heat She'll make you fly, because that's her thing She'll make you dry, then you know you're broken in Who all need it, you Who all need it, yes you do You all breathe it, we all bleed it We all need it Are you ready for a good time Then get ready for the night line Are you ready for a good time Then get ready for the night line Are you ready for a good time Who all need it Who all need it Who all need it, who all need it You all breathe it, we all breathe it Are you ready for a good time Then get ready for the night line Are you ready for a good time Are you ready for a good time, are you ready Are you ready for a good time, I want a good time Are you ready for a good time, are you ready Are you ready for a good time, good good good time Are you ready for a good time, are you ready ready ready Are you ready for a good time -+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+- 2-03. That's The Way I Wanna Rock And Roll Party gonna happen at the union hall Shakin' to the rhythm till everybody fall Pickin' up my woman in my Chevrolet Glory hallelujah gonna rock the night away I'm gonna roll roll roll, I'm gonna roll roll roll I'm gonna take this town turn it around I'm gonna roll roll roll Now there's a blue suede boppin' on her high heel shoe Rollin' round together like a wreckin' crew Be bop lulla baby what I say You gotta get a dose of rock and rollin' each and every day We're gonna roll roll roll, we're gonna roll roll roll We're gonna take this town, turn it around We're gonna roll roll roll I'm gonna blow up my video, shut down my radio Told boss man where to go, turned off my brain control That's the way I wanna rock and roll That's the way I wanna rock and roll That's the way That's the way I wanna rock and roll That's the way I wanna rock and roll That's the way, that's the way Roll, roll, roll, I got roll, roll, roll, roll I'm gonna take this town turn it around I'm gonna roll roll roll I gotta roll, that's the way I want it I'm gonna take this town turn it around I'm gonna roll roll roll Blow up my video, shut down my radio Told boss man where to go, turned off my brain control That's the way I wanna rock and roll That's the way I wanna rock and roll That's the way I wanna rock and roll -+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+- 2-04. High Voltage Well, you ask me 'bout the clothes I wear And you ask me why I grow my hair And you ask me why I'm in a band I dig doin' one night stands And you wanna see me do my thing All you gotta do is plug me into high I said high High voltage rock 'n' roll High voltage rock 'n' roll High voltage, high voltage High voltage rock 'n' roll Rock 'n' roll You ask me why I like to dance And you ask me why I like to sing And you ask me why I like to play I got to get my kicks some way And you ask me what I'm all about Come and let me hear you shout high I said high High voltage rock 'n' roll High voltage rock 'n' roll High voltage, high voltage High voltage rock 'n' roll Rock 'n' roll I said high, I said high Waaaah! High voltage rock 'n' roll High voltage rock 'n' roll High voltage, high voltage High voltage rock 'n' roll Spotlight, put the lights out, happy hour High voltage rock 'n' roll High voltage rock 'n' roll Wine, women and song High voltage, high voltage Wine women and song High voltage rock 'n' roll -+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+- 2-05. You Shook Me All Night Long She was a fast machine She kept her motor clean She was the best damn woman that I'd ever seen She had the sightless eyes Telling me no lies Knockin' 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 was one of a kind, she's just mine all mine She wanted no applause Just another course Made a meal out of me and came 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 And knocked me out and then you Shook me all night long You had me shakin' and you Shook me all night long Yeah, you shook me Well, you took me You really took me and you Shook me all night long Ooooh you Shook me all night long Yeah, yeah, you Shook me all night long Your really took me and you Yeah you shook me, yeah you shook me All night long -+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+- 2-06. Whole Lotta Rosie Wanna tell you a story 'Bout a woman I know When it comes to lovin' She steals the show She ain't exactly pretty Ain't exactly small Forty-two, thirty-nine, fifty-six You could say she's got it all Never had a woman Never had a woman like you Doing all the things Doing all the things you do Ain't no fairy story Ain't no skin and bone But you give it all you got Weighing in at nineteen stone You're a whole lotta woman A whole lotta woman Whole lotta Rosie Whole lotta Rosie Whole lotta Rosie And you're a whole lotta woman Oh honey, you can do it Do it to me all night long Only one to turn Only one to turn me on All through the night time And right around the clock Whoo, to my surprise Rosie never stops She was a whole lotta woman Whole lotta woman Whole lotta Rosie Whole lotta Rosie Whole lotta Rosie A whole lotta woman Hey, ay, yeah You're a whole lotta woman A whole lotta woman Whole lotta Rosie Whole lotta Rosie You're a whole lotta Rosie Whole lotta wo..ma..ma..ma..ma..man, yeah, yeah, yeah Whole lotta Rosie Whole lotta woman Whole lotta woman -+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+- 2-07. Let There Be Rock In the beginning Back in nineteen fifty-five Man didn't know about a rock 'n' roll show And all that jive The white man had the smoltz The black man had the blues No one knew what they was gonna do But Tchaikovsky had the news He said "Let there be sound", and there was sound "Let there be light", and there was light "Let there be drums", and there was drums "Let there be guitar", and there was guitar "Let there be rock" And it came to pass That rock 'n' roll was born All across the land every rockin' band Was blowing up a storm The guitarman got famous The businessman got rich And in every bar there was a super star With a seven year itch There were fifteen million fingers Learning how to play And you could hear the fingers picking And this is what they had to say "Let there be light" "Sound" "Drums" "Guitar" "Let there be rock" One night in a club called "The Shaking Hand" There was a ninety-two decibel rocking band And the music was good and the music was loud And the singer turned and he said to the crowd "Let there be rock" -+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+- 2-08. Bonny -+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+- 2-09. Highway To Hell Living easy, living free Season ticket on a one-way ride Asking nothing, leave me be Taking everything in my stride Don't need reason, don't need rhyme Ain't nothing that I'd rather do Going down, party time My friends are gonna be there too I'm on the highway to hell... No stop signs, speed limit Nobody's gonna slow me down Like a wheel, gonna spin it Nobody's gonna mess me round Hey Satan, payed my dues Playing in a rocking band Hey Momma, look at me I'm on my way to the promised land I'm on the highway to hell... (Don't stop me) And I'm going down, all the way down I'm on the highway to hell... -+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+- 2-10. For Those About The Rock (We Salute You) We roll tonight To the guitar bite Stand up and be counted For what you are about to recieve 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 bite Heads will roll and rock tonight For those about to rock, we salute you For those about to rock, we salute you 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 Shoot, shoot We salute you (Ain't gonna get tired, won't take a break, we salute you)