If you like to gamble
I tell you, I'm your man
You win some, lose some
It's all the same to me
The pleasure is to play
Makes no difference what you say
I don't share your greed
The only card I need
Is the Ace of Spades
The Ace of Spades
Playing for the high one
Dancing with the devil
Going with the flow
It's all a game to me
Seven or eleven
Snake eyes watching you
Double up or quit
Double stake or split
The Ace of Spades
The Ace of Spades
You know I'm born to lose
And gambling's for fools
But that's the way I like it, baby
I don't want to live forever
And don't forget the joker
Pushing up the ante
I know you got to see me
Read 'em and weep
The dead man's hand again
I see it in your eyes
Take one look and die
The only thing you see
You know it's gonna be
The Ace of Spades
The Ace of Spades, uh
Motorhead - Ace of Spades Album Lyrics
Motorhead - Ace of Spades Lyrics
Writer: Philip John Taylor, Edward Alan Clarke, Ian Kilmister
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Love Me Like A Reptile
Knew I had to bite you baby when I first set eyes on you,
That moment turned me on, I can't believe it's true,
I like to watch your body sway,
I got no choice, I'm gonna twist your tail,
Love Me Like A Reptile, I'm gonna sink my fangs in you
Thunder lizard, stony eye, you got me hypnotised,
Hot tongue breaks in and out and I can't believe my eyes,
And your soft white belly, next to mine,
Scaly baby, see you shine,
Love Me Like A Reptile, you're murder in disguise,
Black mamba, murder in disguise
Baby you're a rattlesnake, you know the way I feel,
Feel you crawling up my back, you've got no love to steal,
You know I've got my eyes on you,
You're petrified, gonna stick like glue,
Love Me Like A Reptile, shock you like an electric eel
That moment turned me on, I can't believe it's true,
I like to watch your body sway,
I got no choice, I'm gonna twist your tail,
Love Me Like A Reptile, I'm gonna sink my fangs in you
Thunder lizard, stony eye, you got me hypnotised,
Hot tongue breaks in and out and I can't believe my eyes,
And your soft white belly, next to mine,
Scaly baby, see you shine,
Love Me Like A Reptile, you're murder in disguise,
Black mamba, murder in disguise
Baby you're a rattlesnake, you know the way I feel,
Feel you crawling up my back, you've got no love to steal,
You know I've got my eyes on you,
You're petrified, gonna stick like glue,
Love Me Like A Reptile, shock you like an electric eel
Writer: EDWARD ALAN CLARKE, IAN KILMISTER, PHILIP JOHN TAYLOR
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Shoot You In The Back
Western movies!
The riders ride, into the night
Into the west, to see who's gun's the best
They're all fools, to live by rules
The rider wearing black
Oh, he's gonna shoot you in the back, ow!
The horseman turns, the wound that burns
The awful pain, the crimson rain
He got to realize, before he dies
The rider wearing black
Know he's gonna shoot you in the back
It's suicide, to live on pride
You claim you own, your skin, your bone
Your own life, cuts you like a knife
The rider wearing black
He's gonna, he's gonna shoot you in the back, hey!
In the western movies!
The riders ride, into the night
Into the west, to see who's gun's the best
They're all fools, to live by rules
The rider wearing black
Oh, he's gonna shoot you in the back, ow!
The horseman turns, the wound that burns
The awful pain, the crimson rain
He got to realize, before he dies
The rider wearing black
Know he's gonna shoot you in the back
It's suicide, to live on pride
You claim you own, your skin, your bone
Your own life, cuts you like a knife
The rider wearing black
He's gonna, he's gonna shoot you in the back, hey!
In the western movies!
Writer: EDWARD ALAN CLARKE, IAN KILMISTER, PHILIP JOHN TAYLOR
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Live To Win
You know you can't be hurt,
You gotta believe in your star,
They'll always treat you like dirt,
They can only push you so far,
They can't take it away,
If they've got something to say,
They might try and fence you in,
But you've only gotta Live To Win
I know it's hard, a natural drag,
It's a hassle to fight,
If you don't wanna be a slag,
If you believe you're right,
They've got the power now,
But soon it's our hour now,
We all know where we been,
All we do is Live To Win
You mustn't shout it out loud,
Don't create a scene,
It's no good being proud
That only feeds the scheme,
Break down the wall,
Live it up it's their time to fall,
Anarchy is coming in,
If you know we Live To Win
You gotta believe in your star,
They'll always treat you like dirt,
They can only push you so far,
They can't take it away,
If they've got something to say,
They might try and fence you in,
But you've only gotta Live To Win
I know it's hard, a natural drag,
It's a hassle to fight,
If you don't wanna be a slag,
If you believe you're right,
They've got the power now,
But soon it's our hour now,
We all know where we been,
All we do is Live To Win
You mustn't shout it out loud,
Don't create a scene,
It's no good being proud
That only feeds the scheme,
Break down the wall,
Live it up it's their time to fall,
Anarchy is coming in,
If you know we Live To Win
Writer: EDWARD ALAN CLARKE, IAN KILMISTER, PHILIP JOHN TAYLOR
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Fast And Loose
Two o' clock in the morning baby,
I know it's late, I know it's late,
I'm dark and I like the night,
And I can make you feel alright,
I've been around for quite a while,
And I've learned to make you smile,
I know you won't refuse,
You know I'm Fast And Loose
Two o' clock in the morning sugar,
You know I'm sleeping, you must be sleeping,
Why don't you invite me in?
Get yourself some original sin,
I'll wake you up, but stay in bed,
Don't get up, get down instead,
I don't need no excuse,
To like it Fast And Loose
Two o' clock in the morning honey,
Let me in baby, let me in,
You know me, you know I'm wired,
I'm gonna stop you feeling tired,
I'm coming over and I won't be long,
Just let me finish writing this song,
I'm gonna blow your fuse,
I know you like it Fast And Loose
I know it's late, I know it's late,
I'm dark and I like the night,
And I can make you feel alright,
I've been around for quite a while,
And I've learned to make you smile,
I know you won't refuse,
You know I'm Fast And Loose
Two o' clock in the morning sugar,
You know I'm sleeping, you must be sleeping,
Why don't you invite me in?
Get yourself some original sin,
I'll wake you up, but stay in bed,
Don't get up, get down instead,
I don't need no excuse,
To like it Fast And Loose
Two o' clock in the morning honey,
Let me in baby, let me in,
You know me, you know I'm wired,
I'm gonna stop you feeling tired,
I'm coming over and I won't be long,
Just let me finish writing this song,
I'm gonna blow your fuse,
I know you like it Fast And Loose
Writer: Edward Alan Clarke, Ian Fraser Kilminster, Philip John Taylor
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
We Are The Road Crew
[I. Kilmister, E. Clarke, P. Taylor]
[Motor Music Ltd.]
Another town, another place
Another girl, another face
Another truck, another race
Eatin' junk, feelin' bad
Another night, goin' mad
My Woman leavin' I'm so sad
But I just love the life I lead
Another beer is what I need
Another gig, my ears bleed
We are the road crew
Another town, left behind
Another drink, completely blind
Another hotel I can't find
Another backstage pass for you
Another tube of superglue
Another border to get through
Drivin' like a maniac
Drivin' way to hell and back
Another room a case to pack
We are the road crew
Another hotel, we can burn
Another screw, another turn
Another Europe map to learn
Another truckstop on the way
Another game that I can play
Another word I learned to say
Another bloody customs post
Another f*cking foreign coast
Another set of scars to boast
We are the road crew
[Motor Music Ltd.]
Another town, another place
Another girl, another face
Another truck, another race
Eatin' junk, feelin' bad
Another night, goin' mad
My Woman leavin' I'm so sad
But I just love the life I lead
Another beer is what I need
Another gig, my ears bleed
We are the road crew
Another town, left behind
Another drink, completely blind
Another hotel I can't find
Another backstage pass for you
Another tube of superglue
Another border to get through
Drivin' like a maniac
Drivin' way to hell and back
Another room a case to pack
We are the road crew
Another hotel, we can burn
Another screw, another turn
Another Europe map to learn
Another truckstop on the way
Another game that I can play
Another word I learned to say
Another bloody customs post
Another f*cking foreign coast
Another set of scars to boast
We are the road crew
Writer: EDWARD ALAN CLARKE, IAN KILMISTER, PHILIP JOHN TAYLOR
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Fire Fire
Foxy do you have a light?
Can you light me up tonight?
I'd like to see you burn me down,
Why don't you let me light your fire?
Why don't you let me stoke you higher?
Fire, Fire! Holocaust,
Fire, Fire! Given up for lost,
Fire, Fire! Strike one, strike two,
Fire, Fire! I'm a match for you
You're quick to learn,
I love to watch you burn,
Come any time I'll torch you out,
Only you can create the flame,
Only you can scorch my brain,
Fire, Fire! Conflagration,
Fire, Fire! Hellfire, damnation,
Fire, Fire! Strike six strike eight,
Fire, Fire! I think you're great
You can't put me out,
But there ain't no doubt,
You ain't nowhere near safe with me,
You ain't the first to turn me down,
You ain't the first to turn me round,
Fire, Fire! Big black smoke,
Fire, Fire! Ain't no joke,
Fire, Fire! Strike nine strike ten,
Fire, Fire! Strike out again
Can you light me up tonight?
I'd like to see you burn me down,
Why don't you let me light your fire?
Why don't you let me stoke you higher?
Fire, Fire! Holocaust,
Fire, Fire! Given up for lost,
Fire, Fire! Strike one, strike two,
Fire, Fire! I'm a match for you
You're quick to learn,
I love to watch you burn,
Come any time I'll torch you out,
Only you can create the flame,
Only you can scorch my brain,
Fire, Fire! Conflagration,
Fire, Fire! Hellfire, damnation,
Fire, Fire! Strike six strike eight,
Fire, Fire! I think you're great
You can't put me out,
But there ain't no doubt,
You ain't nowhere near safe with me,
You ain't the first to turn me down,
You ain't the first to turn me round,
Fire, Fire! Big black smoke,
Fire, Fire! Ain't no joke,
Fire, Fire! Strike nine strike ten,
Fire, Fire! Strike out again
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Jailbait
Hey baby you're a sweet young thing,
Still tied to Mommy's apron strings,
I don't even dare to ask your age,
It's enough to know you're here backstage,
You're Jailbait, and I just can't wait,
Jailbait baby come on
One look baby, all I need,
My decision made at lightning speed,
I don't even want to know your name,
It's enough to know you feel the same,
You're Jailbait, and I just can't wait,
Jailbait baby come on
Hey babe you know you look so fine,
Send shivers up and down my spine,
I don't care about our different ages,
I'm an open book with well thumbed pages,
You're Jailbait, and I just can't wait,
Jailbait baby come on
Still tied to Mommy's apron strings,
I don't even dare to ask your age,
It's enough to know you're here backstage,
You're Jailbait, and I just can't wait,
Jailbait baby come on
One look baby, all I need,
My decision made at lightning speed,
I don't even want to know your name,
It's enough to know you feel the same,
You're Jailbait, and I just can't wait,
Jailbait baby come on
Hey babe you know you look so fine,
Send shivers up and down my spine,
I don't care about our different ages,
I'm an open book with well thumbed pages,
You're Jailbait, and I just can't wait,
Jailbait baby come on
Writer: EDWARD ALAN CLARKE, IAN KILMISTER, PHILIP JOHN TAYLOR
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Dance
If you want to feel good,
If you want to feel alright,
If you want to shake your stuff,
Get some rock 'n' roll tonight,
Dance, 'til your shoes are hot,
Dance, 'til your nerves are shot,
Dance, give it all you got,
Dance, Dance, ready or not,
If you want to shake it up,
If you want to feel so cool,
Get down with them girls,
Get down you dancing fool,
Dance, 'til your bones are tired,
Dance, 'til you feel inspired,
Dance, get your hormones fired,
Dance, we're dancing wired
You're jiving feeling right,
You're jiving in the crowd,
You're dancing 'til you drop,
Rock 'n' roll music's good and loud,
Dance, you liked your score,
Dance, what you're looking for,
Dance, if you're rich or poor,
Dance, can't take no more
If you want to feel alright,
If you want to shake your stuff,
Get some rock 'n' roll tonight,
Dance, 'til your shoes are hot,
Dance, 'til your nerves are shot,
Dance, give it all you got,
Dance, Dance, ready or not,
If you want to shake it up,
If you want to feel so cool,
Get down with them girls,
Get down you dancing fool,
Dance, 'til your bones are tired,
Dance, 'til you feel inspired,
Dance, get your hormones fired,
Dance, we're dancing wired
You're jiving feeling right,
You're jiving in the crowd,
You're dancing 'til you drop,
Rock 'n' roll music's good and loud,
Dance, you liked your score,
Dance, what you're looking for,
Dance, if you're rich or poor,
Dance, can't take no more
Writer: MATTHEW ROBERT TAYLOR
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., O/B/O APRA AMCOS, Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., O/B/O APRA AMCOS, Universal Music Publishing Group
Bite The Bullet
Stepping out, I'm leaving here
No use crying, crying in my beer
Enough's enough, believe it's true
Bite the bullet, I'm leaving you
I said goodbye, I left a note
But I don't remember, what I wrote
The same old words, to say we're through
Bite the bullet, I'm leaving you
So that's the way it always ends
Get sympathy from all your friends
Seems there's nothing, nothing else to do
Bite the bullet, I'm leaving you
No use crying, crying in my beer
Enough's enough, believe it's true
Bite the bullet, I'm leaving you
I said goodbye, I left a note
But I don't remember, what I wrote
The same old words, to say we're through
Bite the bullet, I'm leaving you
So that's the way it always ends
Get sympathy from all your friends
Seems there's nothing, nothing else to do
Bite the bullet, I'm leaving you
Writer: Edward Alan Clarke, Ian Fraser Kilminster, Philip John Taylor
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
The Chase Is Better Than The Catch
You know I'm bad, the times I've had
I've got a bad reputation
I don't care, I get my share
Don't feel no deprivation, I don't
The more I get the better it is
I like it fine, like a little whiz
Treat 'em like ladies, that's a fact
You know the chase is better than the catch, you know
Silver-tongued devil, demon lech
I know just what I'm doing
I like a little innocent bitch
You know I ain't just screwing, I ain't
I love you baby, love you too much
I like it fine, I feel your touch
But your appearance don't hold no class
You know the chase is better than the catch, you know
A little beauty, I love you madly
Come on home with me
I know you're hot, I know what you've got
You know I want to shake your tree, you know
Come on honey, touch me right there
Come on honey, don't you get scared
Come on honey, let me get you in the sack
You know the chase is better than the catch, you know
All right
Come on
Let me hear ya
Let me hear ya
Let me hear ya
Let me hear ya
I can't hear ya
I can't hear ya
I can't hear ya, can't hear
I've got a bad reputation
I don't care, I get my share
Don't feel no deprivation, I don't
The more I get the better it is
I like it fine, like a little whiz
Treat 'em like ladies, that's a fact
You know the chase is better than the catch, you know
Silver-tongued devil, demon lech
I know just what I'm doing
I like a little innocent bitch
You know I ain't just screwing, I ain't
I love you baby, love you too much
I like it fine, I feel your touch
But your appearance don't hold no class
You know the chase is better than the catch, you know
A little beauty, I love you madly
Come on home with me
I know you're hot, I know what you've got
You know I want to shake your tree, you know
Come on honey, touch me right there
Come on honey, don't you get scared
Come on honey, let me get you in the sack
You know the chase is better than the catch, you know
All right
Come on
Let me hear ya
Let me hear ya
Let me hear ya
Let me hear ya
I can't hear ya
I can't hear ya
I can't hear ya, can't hear
Writer: Edward Alan Clarke, Ian Kilmister, Philip John Taylor
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
The Hammer
Let the killer go, don't let your mother know,
Don't go out tonight, don't even try to fight,
'Cos I can see, I've got the thing you need,
And I'm here to stay, it's gonna be that way,
Don't try to run, don't try to scream,
Believe me, The Hammer's gonna smash your dream
I'm in your life, just might be in your wife,
Could be behind your back, I might be on your track,
And it might be true, I might be onto you,
I'll scare you half to death, I'll take away your breath,
Don't try to see, don't try to hide,
Believe me, The Hammer's gonna make you die
There ain't no way, you'll see another day,
I'm shooting out your lights, bring you eternal night,
And your eternal tricks, begin to make me sick,
The only thing I know, is that you've gotta go,
Don't try to hide, don't look around,
Believe me, The Hammer's gonna bring you down,
Believe me, The Hammer's coming down!
Don't go out tonight, don't even try to fight,
'Cos I can see, I've got the thing you need,
And I'm here to stay, it's gonna be that way,
Don't try to run, don't try to scream,
Believe me, The Hammer's gonna smash your dream
I'm in your life, just might be in your wife,
Could be behind your back, I might be on your track,
And it might be true, I might be onto you,
I'll scare you half to death, I'll take away your breath,
Don't try to see, don't try to hide,
Believe me, The Hammer's gonna make you die
There ain't no way, you'll see another day,
I'm shooting out your lights, bring you eternal night,
And your eternal tricks, begin to make me sick,
The only thing I know, is that you've gotta go,
Don't try to hide, don't look around,
Believe me, The Hammer's gonna bring you down,
Believe me, The Hammer's coming down!
Writer: JON THOMAS LANGSTON, COLE TAYLOR, THOMAS ARCHER, TRENT BAREN
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Ace of Spades is the fourth studio album by English rock band Motörhead, released in October 1980 via Bronze Records. It is the band's most commercially successful album, peaking at number four on the UK Albums Chart and reaching gold status in the UK by March 1981. It was preceded by the release of the title track as a single in October, which peaked in the UK Singles Chart at No. 15 in early November.
It was the band's debut release in the United States, with Mercury Records handling distribution in North America. In 2020, the album was ranked at 408 on Rolling Stone's 500 Greatest Albums of All Time list.
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MotorheadIt was the band's debut release in the United States, with Mercury Records handling distribution in North America. In 2020, the album was ranked at 408 on Rolling Stone's 500 Greatest Albums of All Time list.
Genre(s): Heavy metal, speed metal, hard rock
Producer(s): Vic Maile
Length: 36:42
Released: October 1st, 1980
Year: 1980