1.Fly On The Wall
Lyrics：Young／Young／Johnson
Music：Young／Young／Johnson
You can dance through the night
Makin' love drunk or stoned
Lookin' for dollars, get broken-boned
It's a game too tough to tame
Ends up the same, sweatin' out rain
CHORUS：
I was trapped like a fly on the wall
I was caged like a zoo animal
No escape from the fate that you make
You're a snake, I've had all I can take
Watch out, there's a fly on the wall
Take a chance, take a bite
Rock roll devil take me tonight
Like a bitch makin' heat
Beatin' on my chest, lickin' at my feet
It's a game too tough to tame
Ending up the same, sweatin' in the rain
So watch out there's a fly on the wall
REPEAT CHORUS (twice)
2.Shake Your Foundations
Lyrics：Young／Young／Johnson
Music：Young／Young／Johnson
You gotta see me leanin' on the bar
I got my head in a whiskey jar
Feelin' good 'cos the city's alive
I'm gettin' ready to rock and jive
I get up and I slide across the floor
You wanna come and I'll meet you at the door
No one can stop us 'cos we're feelin' too right
We're gonna steal our way around tonight
(Alright, alright)
CHORUS：
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 takin' no liberties
She's gettin' hotter off the heat on me
I was oilin', she was slick
Lickin' off the sweat, her favorite trick
She cried help me, help me, please
Tame this animal, help me to breathe
I said no, no way
You gotta come with me all of the way
(OK, I'll play)
REPEAT CHORUS
Solo
REPEAT CHORUS
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
REPEAT CHORUS
3.First Blood
Lyrics：Young／Young／Johnson
Music：Young／Young／Johnson
Got a screamin' feelin'
Need a little lovin' healin'
Want some of that stuff
'Cos I like a hot touch
Wanna little squeezin'
Just a touch an' teasin'
Maybe wrong, maybe right
But I like it every night
Come on baby down my way
We gonna make it night an day
CHORUS：
I want first blood (a look in the eye)
First blood, a need in disguise
Bad dog come back for more
First blood, first blood
Some like it hot
Some like it quite not so hot
But I like a touch
And I want it so much
Come on baby down my way
We're gonna make it every night an day
REPEAT CHORUS (twice)
I want a first blood
Some like it hot
First blood all right hot shot
Bad dog come back for more
I want first blood
4.Danger
Lyrics：Young／Young／Johnson
Music：Young／Young／Johnson
Don't talk to strangers
Keep away from the danger
Don't talk to strangers who smile
Keep away from the danger all the time
You just keep away
Red lights are flashin'
There's been a misunderstandin'
I'm bruised, broke an' bandaged
Through drinkin' all that brandy
I was under the table
But I came back for more
Gotta hit the bottle
But my head hit the floor
CHORUS：
Danger - danger, don't talk to strangers
Stranger - danger, don't you talk
Danger - danger, don't talk to strangers
Danger - danger, don't talk keep away
Red lights still flashin'
People all still dancin' in my head
I've done with thinkin' about what to do
Another night of drinkin', just one before I'm through
I was just raisin' hell
I wasn't doin' no harm
The cops could not appreciate
My natural charm
REPEAT CHORUS
(Don't talk to strangers)
REPEAT CHORUS (twice)
Don't you go talkin' to no strangers in this town
5.Sink The Pink
Lyrics：Young／Young／Johnson
Music：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 rough you up, all the way
And she gonna spit you out, count your days
She says choice is yours, casually
So why don't you do what comes naturally
CHORUS：
Sink the pink, it's all the fashion
Drink the drink, it's old-fashioned
Gimme water, gimme wine
Gonna show you a good time
Sink the pink
Sink the pink
Got a fever runnin' high
Give you wings to make you fly
She school you like a fool
She make you break the rules
She wanna get a shot, hit the spot
Then I'm gonna rack 'em up, get that hot
She said make it good, satisfy
REPEAT CHORUS
Solo
REPEAT CHORUS
6.Playing With Girls
Lyrics：Young／Young／Johnson
Music：Young／Young／Johnson
Highball women that are hot to touch
Legs do the talkin' spellin' out lust
See the Sugar Daddies with a sweet tooth and a smile
See what's hangin' off him like a want'n child
That's where you'll find me standing proud
CHORUS：
Playing with girls gonna get you hot
Playing with guns gonna get you shot
Playing with fire gonna heat you up
Playing with me you're gonna get the lot
Bring on the showgirls and the debutantes
Late-night waitress in a restaurant
Headin' for the clubs and bars with the flashin' lights
Lookin' for the good-time girls in their black nylon tights
Over the barrel bottoms-up
REPEAT CHORUS
Oooh river run dry
Yeah playing with fire
Oooh wild sweet child
Playing with girls
Playing with girls
I like a tall girl, but I'll take 'em small
I want 'em all up front I like 'em all
I wanna see 'em strut their stuff
Lose their social grace
You play your cards right and you'll deal yourself an ace
That's where you'll find me standing proud
Playing with girls
7.Stand Up
Lyrics：Young／Young／Johnson
Music：Young／Young／Johnson
Put on the headset, get on the stage
Out on a midnight escapade
Didn't want to steal your thunder
Wouldn't want to play your game
Makin' all the headlines
Gettin' on the front page
Didn't even know her number
I didn't even know her name
CHORUS：
Stand up, stand up and take it
Stand up, stand up and make it
Stand up, stand up and face it
Stand up
Get on the red dress, slip on the lace
Up for a high heel and a pretty face
Woman wanna get you under
Woman wanna get you tame
Lovin' on a hot night
Stokin' up the flame
Didn't wanna know her number
I didn't wanna know her name
REPEAT CHORUS
(You can make it)
REPEAT CHORUS
8.Hell Or Highwater
Lyrics：Young／Young／Johnson
Music：Young／Young／Johnson
Everybody, you don't have to choose
You don't have to prove it
It's only rock 'n' roll
Mama don' told me
Papa don' scold me
Superstition, black cat in the cradle
Dancing on the table
Don't you snake on me
Mama don' told me
Daddy don' scold me, told me, show me
You know that he (sold？ saw？) me
CHORUS：
Come hell or high water
Come hell or high water
Come hell or high water
Come hell or high water
Blood money, lyin' through your back teeth
Fightin' on the main street
Breathe your last breath on me
Mama don' told me
Poor boy get home
Hot lovin' trigger-happy feelin'
Touchin' up and teasin'
You know it so bad
Mama don' told me
Papa don' scold me, told me, show me, rock 'n' rolled me
REPEAT CHORUS (twice)
Come hell, come hell, come hell
9.Back In Business
Lyrics：Young／Young／Johnson
Music：Young／Young／Johnson
Breakin' out, about to shout
Feel the need for one more round
Don't you struggle, don't try to bite
You want some trouble, I'm the king of vice
I'm a wreckin' ball, I'm a stingin' knife
Steal your money, gonna take your life
You got screamin' murder, lock up your door
Double dealin' gotta have more
Call me dirty, trash my name
Just tell (the？ my？) boys that I'm gonna be
CHORUS：
Back in business again
Back in business again
Back in business again
Back in business again
(Back in business)
Flesh and blood, I'm a rag 'n' bone
Bad luck message on the telephone
Don't you worry, play my game
I'll do you a favor, put your soul for sale
Like a cannon ball, goin' down the track
Need good lovin' but I want it back
I was born in trouble, they gave up on me
Teacher preachin' what not to be
Call me dirty, trash my name
Just tell my boys that I'm gonna be
REPEAT CHORUS
Solo
REPEAT CHORUS (twice)
10.Send For The Man
Lyrics：Young／Young／Johnson
Music：Young／Young／Johnson
You want love
Dirty dirty love
You want lust
Just a little lust
You wan' a bad reputation
You wanna better your score
I got the qualifications
I can open any door (ooh yeah)
CHORUS：
Send for the man, yeah
Send for teh man, yeah
You're like a dream
You're dirty low and mean
You're good enough to eat
Sticky hot and sweet
Need a shot of rhythm and lovin'
You make a black sheep a ram
This ain't a gun in my pocket
I got the goods in my hand
REPEAT CHORUS
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