Singer: AC/DC

Terminators, UZI makers
Shot Hollywood.
The traitors are alive only because of But -45,*
They went off track and become useless.
If you don't warn, you will eat
Tear your flesh to pieces.
Hidden Heartbreakers,
Hunt in a human zoo.
They saddle you up, and lead into the city.
Better watch out when it appears.
[The terminator, the producers of "Ultrasound" -
All shoot in its Hollywood.
Serpents with the colts,
Firing and firing. Nothing good from them, do not wait.
Will be time to think, they will eat you alive
Will skin you.
Camouflaged hunters for women
Seeking their prey in a human zoo.
He'll mount you and take away to the city.
You better look out when he's nearby.]
Terminators, Uzi makers
Shootin' up Hollywood
Snakes alive with a .45
Gettin' off and doin' no good
If you ain't wise they'll cannibalize
Tear the flesh off of you
Classified lady killers
Preyin' in a human zoo
He d saddle you up
And take you to town
Better look out
When he come around.


AC/DCBig GunСаркастичные titatively

Riot on the radio pictures on the TV
The invader got what he deserved,
In a shootout on the silver screen.
Rob them and down through the floor,
Bringing this fantasy to life.
Here thug rides,
A large black limousine.
Don't let it go,
Not gonna watch him,
Let him do as he wants,
Because he thinks you're dead.
[Radio chatter about riots in the street.
On TV - solid films:
There are foreign soldiers are doing lawlessness,
Here is a shootout!
Take them to the gun, and then kill the arm!
Not life, but a fairy tale!
And here is the villain rushes
In his big black limousine.
Cross him, don't question -
Better to just run away from his eyes.
Otherwise, you Khan.]
Pictures on the TV
Invader man take what he can
Shootout on the silver screen
Sticking 'em up and knocking 'em down
Living out a fantasy
There's a bad man cruising around
In a big black limousine
Don't let it be wrong
Don't let it be right
Get in his way
You're dead in his sights.

Riot on the radio pictures on the TV
The invader got what he deserved,
In a shootout on the silver screen.
Rob them and down through the floor,
Bringing this fantasy to life.
Here thug rides,
A large black limousine.
Don't let it go,
Not gonna watch him,
Let him do as he wants,
Because he thinks you're dead.
[Radio chatter about riots in the street.
On TV - solid films:
There are foreign soldiers are doing lawlessness,
Here is a shootout!
Take them to the gun, and then kill the arm!
Not life, but a fairy tale!
And here is the villain rushes
In his big black limousine.
Cross him, don't question -
Better to just run away from his eyes.
Otherwise, you Khan.]
Pictures on the TV
Invader man take what he can
Shootout on the silver screen
Sticking 'em up and knocking 'em down
Living out a fantasy
There's a bad man cruising around
In a big black limousine
Don't let it be wrong
Don't let it be right
Get in his way
You're dead in his sights.

I'm on the highway to hell
Get out of the way, brother!
I would go all your way
Did not think to roll.
I'm on the highway to hell.
[I'm on the highway to hell.
Don't try to stop me!
And I will pass, will pass all the way to the end.
I'm on the highway to hell.]
I'm on the highway to hell
Don't stop me!
And I'm going down
All the way
On the highway to hell


AC/DCHighway to HellСаркастичные cityproperty

No signals are red signs
Can't stop me,
The wheel shakes a speed
Move, can kill.
I make my living singing in a rock band,
The devils are waiting for me for a long time.
Mom, look at the son:
He hurries to your home.
[No stop lights and speed limits,
No one will stop me
I'm spinning like a wheel
No one will contact me.
Hey Satan, receive the payment for my debts,
Playing in a rock band.
Hey, mommy, look at me,
I'm on my way to the promised land.]
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 paid my dues,
Playing in a rocking band.
Hey Momma, look at me.
I'm on my way to the promised land.


AC/DCHighway to HellСаркастичные cityproperty

We're just a battery of mercenaries with a guitar fire
Prepare and pricesonline in you.
So gather your core and charge your gun
For the 21st gun salute!
Those who love rock - fire! (We welcome you)
Those who love rock - we salute you!
Those who love rock - fire! (We welcome you)
Fire! We welcome you!
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!

You hypnotize
And charm
His vicious eyes.
Vicious eyes,
Your vicious eyes...
You hypnotize
And mesmerize
With your dirty eyes.
Dirty eyes,
Your dirty eyes...

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.
I rumbling thunder, pouring rain,
I'm comin ' like a hurricane.
My lightning cuts through the heavens
You, though young, but you die.
I'm not going to take no prisoners, won't spare no lives,
No one would resist.
I have a bell, I'll take you to hell
I'm gonna get you, Satan get you...