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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Motörhead
Motörhead
Performer
Peter Solley
Peter Solley
Keyboards
Lemmy Kilmister
Lemmy Kilmister
Bass Guitar
Michael Burston
Michael Burston
Guitar
Phil Campbell (Zoom
Phil Campbell (Zoom
Acoustic Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lemmy Kilmister
Lemmy Kilmister
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Peter Solley
Peter Solley
Producer
Casey McMackin
Casey McMackin
Engineer
Lawrence Ethan
Lawrence Ethan
Assistant Engineer
Tim Nitz
Tim Nitz
Assistant Engineer
Steve Hall
Steve Hall
Mastering Engineer

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The beast behind our eyes is loose The day has come, the day has come We march to Armageddon, hungry for the war I see the hated enemy I see what I was taught to see And one of us will bend the knee, we understand the law The blood lust jerks our legs to march Fife and drum, fife and drum Our eyes are fixed and fearless, searching for the war Our statesmen deal in blood and lies One hundred million stifled cries One hundred million wasted lives already gone before So march or die, march or die The stench of death is in the sky We never fail to satisfy We rend with tooth and claw Sword and shield and jackboot heel We love to kill, we love to kill We love to taste of our own blood, squirm our own gore Children weep and widows wail Our education systems fail To hide our guilt we build more jails, and we shall build still more Our forests die, the stranglehold That we put on the Earth for gold Will yet increase ten thousand fold and no one knows what for March and die, march and die Defecate, despoil and lie Cheat, dissemble, preach and spy Build your house of straw Laugh and cry, laugh and cry Bloody sunset drowns the sky For Earth the heal then we must die No-one deserves it more I tell you we are doomed, my friends Our time is come, our time is come We live within a charnel house, rotten to the core We glorify lust, greed and pain We drown our hope in poison rain We point the finger, shift the blame, ambition makes us whores March or croak, march or croak All your lives, a cosmic joke Fill your days with piss and smoke The wolf waits at your door Burn and dance, burn and dance Sex, death, torture, false romance Whoop and howl, you have no chance Burn and rise no more Burn and rise no more Die, die, die, die Die, die, die, die Die, die, die, die Die, die, die, die Die, die, die, die Die, die, die, die Die, die, die, die Die, die, die, die Die, die, die, die Die, die, die, die Die, die, die, die
Writer(s): Ian Fraser Kilmister Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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