Rock or Bust Album Lyrics by AC/DC


AC/DC Lyrics

Rock or Bust Album Lyrics
(Lyrics to the Full Album on one page)

Rock Or Bust

Hey yeah
Are you ready

We be a guitar band
We play across the land
Shootin' out tonight
Gonna keep you up alright

You hear the guitar sound
Playin' nice and loud
Rock you to your knees
Gonna make your destiny

In rock we trust, it's rock or bust
In rock we trust, it's rock or bust
In rock we trust, it's rock or bust
In rock n' roll we trust, it's rock or bust

We hear the siren scream
It sounds so lean to me
We love to shake it down
Know what we're talkin' bout

We turn the amps up high
The crowd's gonna hit the sky
We play it fast and loose
Because this night we're gonna pull a fuse

In rock we trust, it's rock or bust
In rock we trust, it's rock or bust
In rock we trust, it's rock or bust
In rock n' roll we trust, it's rock or bust

In rock we trust, it's rock or bust
In rock we trust, it's rock or bust
In rock we trust, it's rock or bust
In rock we trust, it's rock or bust

Writer: Angus Mckinnon Young, Malcolm Mitchell Young
Copyright: Lyrics © J. Albert & Son Pty. Ltd.


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Play Ball

Listen!

Pick me up
Fill my cup
Pour me another round

Come on man, mix in the sin
Come in and join the crowd
I said!
It's party time
When I'm on the loose
Make it feel alright
Listen, drinks all around I'm in the mood
Because the night is mine

Let's play ball
Shootin' down the wall, yeah!
Let's play ball, baby
Battin' down the stall
Play, play, play ball

Listen Sid, light me up
I'm in love
I'm all regional now
Dive on in and swim in the gin
Come on, shout it out loud

Let's play ball
Shootin' down the wall, yeah
Let's play ball
Battin' down the stall, yeah
Play, play, play ball

Let's play ball
Shootin' at a wall
Let's play ball
And never stall
Let's play ball
Let's play ball
Let's play ball
Play, play, play ball



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Rock The Blues Away

Drivin' in my car
Headed for the local bar
Pickin' up my girl tonight
Everything is gonna be alright
Shootin' pool with my friends
Smokin' cigarettes
Tellin' jokes out loud
We're laughing way too proud

And we rock it
And we roll it
And we're laughing
And we're joking
And we roll it
Baby we roll it, roll it,
We won't get the blues because we

Rock the blues away
Up all night and day
Drink the night away
Until the light of day

And when I'm on the way back home
I listen to the radio
I hear some great rock sounds
That make you wanna sing out loud

And we rock it
And we roll it
And we're laughing
And we're joking
And we roll it
Baby we're rockin' and rollin',
We won't get the blues because we

Rock the blues away
Up all night and day
Drink the night away
Until the light of day

Rock the blues away
Up all night and day
Drink the night away
Until the light of day, yeah yeah
Rock the blues away
Up all night and day
Drink the night away
Until the light of day

Writer: Angus Mckinnon Young, Malcolm Mitchell Young
Copyright: Lyrics © J. Albert & Son Pty. Ltd.


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Miss Adventure

Well we're back and I'm on the loose
Hit me, hear me, feel the juice
She eye you up, she eye you down
Make you, make you stand up proud

Miss adventure, hot surprise
Bare essential, yeah that's nice
Miss adventure, feelin' real
Confidential, lips are sealed

Watch out boy, the cat's got your tongue
Feelin' like some hot cross buns
Love you, love you all the night
Make you, make you nice and tight

Miss adventure, hot surprise
Bare essential, yeah that's nice
Miss adventure, feelin' real
Confidential, lips are sealed

Miss adventure
Miss adventure
Yeah, that's nice
Feelin' real
Come on

Miss adventure
Bare essential
Miss adventure
Confidential

Miss adventure
Miss adventure
Miss adventure
Feelin' real

Writer: Angus Mckinnon Young, Malcolm Mitchell Young
Copyright: Lyrics © J. Albert & Son Pty. Ltd.


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Dogs Of War

Dogs of war
Dogs of war
Dogs of war
Dogs of war
Dogs of war

You've been a pattern man
Let go, I guess you can
Don't need to feel your touch
Right underneath the lights
Taking all you can
Rich game it ain't in plans
Feel the booths up on the ground
Talk and blew it all around
Stanch and the bullets
Shooting the whistles, soldiers of fortune
Searching premade, face the game, marching everything

We'll be the dogs of war
We'll be the dogs of war, dogs of war
Send me with dogs of war
I'll find, find in the night, granary or grinding fight
Keep it tight and keep it laugh when the smile

Stanch and the bullets
Shutting the whistles, soldiers are a fortune
Searching premade, face the game, marching everything
We'll be the dogs of war
We'll be the dogs of war, dogs of war
Send me with dogs of war

We'll be the dogs of war
We'll be the dogs of war, dogs of war
We'll be the dogs of war
We'll be the dogs of war, dogs of war, dogs of war
We'll be the dogs of war
We'll be the dogs of war
We'll be the dogs of war
Yeah we'll be the dogs of war

Writer: Angus Mckinnon Young, Malcolm Mitchell Young
Copyright: Lyrics © J. Albert & Son Pty. Ltd.


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Got Some Rock & Roll Thunder

Well I'm heading on out
Down to a major town
I'm getting hungry
I'm getting need
I'm getting down on easy street

Hey love
I get by
I'm feeling tough
I'm getting wild
I'm in town
Ready to go
Have me around
And I'll let you know

I got some rock and roll thunder
Some rock and roll thunder
Yes
Hey, hey, hey

I been working
[?] rolled
I get high on rock and roll
I get the beat babe on easy street
I don't get hang up
I got it made

Down on your luck
I'll turn you around
I'm here to help you
Show you what I found
Tailor made for you
The party is in town
I'm tailor made for you
Come see what I have found

I got some rock and roll thunder
I got some rock and roll thunder
Hey, hey what do you know
I said feeling great and ready to roll
I got the rock and roll thunder
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey

I got some rock and roll thunder
Rock and roll thunder
Hey, hey what do you know
I said feeling great and ready to roll
I got the rock and roll thunder
The rock and roll thunder
I said a rock and roll thunder
Rock and roll thunder

Writer: Angus Mckinnon Young, Malcolm Mitchell Young
Copyright: Lyrics © J. Albert & Son Pty. Ltd.


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Hard Times

Zero low, go down slow
Make it quake, and make a body shake
They'll try to hold you down
They can push you round
Trying to hold you back
[?]

Hard times, going south
Don't you care for mine?
I'm not gonna make it far
Feeling rough the time

Heart pumping, feet are jumping
It's hard loving, keeps me running
They'll try to hold you down
They can push you around
Trying to hold you back
[?]

Hard times, going south
Don't you cross the line
I'm not gonna make it far
Feeling rough the time
Hard time, [?] time
Find me down the line
Hard times, get on by
Make it [?]

Hard times is hard times, she'll be good to me
Hard times, hard times, she'll be good to me
Hard times, been on sand, don't you cross the land
Hard times, get on by, make it worth the [?]
Hard times, been on sand, don't you cross the land
Hard times, get on by, make it worth the [?]

Writer: Angus Mckinnon Young, Malcolm Mitchell Young
Copyright: Lyrics © J. Albert & Son Pty. Ltd.


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Baptism By Fire

Let's get the party started
And lemme do yo tricks
Let's get the joint jumping
The boys need their kicks

We're gonna shock the nation
Make them flip their lips
Get on your [?]
Oh, bring a lot of bottles and enjoy the trip

I said ride ride ride, up all night
Ride, it'll blow your mind
Baptism by the fire
Don't let me roll the tires
Baptism by the fire
You stir the [?]
Play your hand, come on and make a stand

Feeling the track of thunder
Or feel the lightning spike
Get in the [?] and fire [?]
It's lit for tools night

Ride ride ride, up all night
Ride, it'll blow your mind
Baptism by the fire
Don't let me roll the tires
Baptism by the fire
? burn the wire
Baptism by the fire
Shooting high and shooting [?]
Play your hand, come on and play your hand
And let me show you how
Come on and make a stand

It'll blow yo mind
Baptism by the fire
Sweet sweet desire
Baptism by the fire
You're gonna burn the wire
Baptism by the fire
Shooting high and shooting [?]



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Rock The House

Mistress, mistress all night long
Keep on coming hard and strong
Hot to the touch, hot to the taste
Oozin' out on my plate

I'm gonna yell out, she's gonna shout
She gonna push her all the way down
Gonna kick up her heels, make you scream
Rock on out baby, make you squeal

Rock the house
Rock the house
Rock this house
Rock, rock, rock
And let it roll

Hold on tight, she plays a tease
Squeeze you around, she aim to please
She gonna kick her legs high in the air
She gonna shake it down the hot, wet, wild fare

Rock the house
Rock the house
Rock this house
Rock, rock, rock
And let it roll

Look in my eyes, what do I see
Hot blooded woman just waiting for me
Gonna kick up her heels, make you scream
Rock on out baby, make you squeal

Rock the house
Rock the house
Rock this house
Rock, rock, rock
And let it roll

Rock the house
Rock, rock, rock
And let it roll

Let it roll
Rock the house down
Till the walls come down

Writer: Angus Mckinnon Young, Malcolm Mitchell Young
Copyright: Lyrics © J. Albert & Son Pty. Ltd.


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Sweet Candy

Here she comes
Doing that thing
Make the boys go wild, yeah
Sweet child

She do a dance, slides down the pole
She turn up and flip, make your eyes roll
Caught in a spotlight, crawls across the floor
Calls for attention, the boys yell out for more

Sweet Candy (Candy)
Sweet Candy (Candy)
Sweet Candy (Candy)
Sweet Candy (Candy)
Oh, hot Candy

She splits the night, sellin [?] towns
She glide around the pole, all right and wrongs
She leave all the guys panting their weight
She know just what she done and she did it all in sin

Sweet Candy (Candy)
Sweet Candy (Candy)
Sweet Candy (Candy)
Sweet Candy (Candy)
I say oh, hot Candy

There she goes, yeah

(Candy)
Sweet Candy (Candy)
Sweet Candy (Candy)
Sweet Candy (Candy)
Oh, hot Candy

Sweet, sweet Candy
Sweet, sweet, Candy
Sweet, sweet Candy
Oh, hot Candy

Writer: Angus Mckinnon Young, Malcolm Mitchell Young
Copyright: Lyrics © J. Albert & Son Pty. Ltd.


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Emission Control

Here's my mission
To seek you out
You're up for grabs, honey
Breathe in, don't make a sound

Get up
Get high off the ground
Give it up
Not fooling around
Breaking it up
[?]
Raising it up
Six guns to the sky

[Chorus:]
Come in emission control
Emission control
Come in emission control
Emission control
It's good for the soul, yeah

Turn on emission
The engine comes alive
She takes [?]
Like a lion ready to strike (ready to strike)

Hold it up
Take [?]
Hold it up
You got to raise it on high
Reaching it up
You can't be [?] shy
Reaching it up
Six guns to the sky
Giving it up
Giving it up

[Chorus]

Giving it up
Giving it up
Raising it up
[x2]
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Writer: Angus Mckinnon Young, Malcolm Mitchell Young
Copyright: Lyrics © J. Albert & Son Pty. Ltd.
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