AC-DC : Who Made Who (Single)
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1. WHO MADE WHO
The video game says Play me
Face it on a level but it takes you every time on a one on One
Feeling running down your spine
Nothing gonna save your one last dime cause it owns you
Through and through
The databank knows my number
Says I gotta pay cause I made the grade last year
Feel it when I turn the screw
Kicks you round the world, there ain't a thing that it can't Do
Do to you
(Chorus)
Who made who, who made you?
Who made who, ain't nobody told you?
Who made who, who made you?
If you made them and they made you
Who picked up the bill, and who made who? (or who picked up The glue,...)(?)
Who made who, who turned the screw?
Satellites send me picture
Get it in the eye,
Take it to the world (take it to the wire)
Spinning like a dynamo
Feel it going round and round
Running out of chips, you got no line in an 8-bit town
So don't look down, no
(Chorus)
Ain't nobody told you, who made who
2. GUNS FOR HIRE
The word is out
That I'm about
And I've come gunning for you
I'm a real entertainer
A mischief maker
A lover of no fixed abode
Quick draw on the floor
No law give you more
Sweet talker, lover of sin
You are what you got
You get what you want
Look out woman -
I got guns for hire
Shoot you with desire
The guns for hire
Shoot you with desire
I'm a wanted poster
A needed man
Running right across the land
I'm a smooth operator
A big dictator
Gonna mark you with my brand
(Chorus)
My gun's for hire
Shoot you with desire
Got gun's for hire
Shoot you with desire
(Quick draw on the floor, big shot)
Hot to trot, big shot
Take a lot
Never get the drop on me
I'm a real entertainer
Mischief maker
Lover in seven languages
(Chorus)
My gun's for hire
Shoot you with desire
This gun's for hire
Shoot you with desire
Shoot you with desire
Shoot you with desire
A gun's for hire
Shoot you with desire
What you get, but shot
You can't get the drop on me, girl
The video game says Play me
Face it on a level but it takes you every time on a one on One
Feeling running down your spine
Nothing gonna save your one last dime cause it owns you
Through and through
The databank knows my number
Says I gotta pay cause I made the grade last year
Feel it when I turn the screw
Kicks you round the world, there ain't a thing that it can't Do
Do to you
(Chorus)
Who made who, who made you?
Who made who, ain't nobody told you?
Who made who, who made you?
If you made them and they made you
Who picked up the bill, and who made who? (or who picked up The glue,...)(?)
Who made who, who turned the screw?
Satellites send me picture
Get it in the eye,
Take it to the world (take it to the wire)
Spinning like a dynamo
Feel it going round and round
Running out of chips, you got no line in an 8-bit town
So don't look down, no
(Chorus)
Ain't nobody told you, who made who
2. GUNS FOR HIRE
The word is out
That I'm about
And I've come gunning for you
I'm a real entertainer
A mischief maker
A lover of no fixed abode
Quick draw on the floor
No law give you more
Sweet talker, lover of sin
You are what you got
You get what you want
Look out woman -
I got guns for hire
Shoot you with desire
The guns for hire
Shoot you with desire
I'm a wanted poster
A needed man
Running right across the land
I'm a smooth operator
A big dictator
Gonna mark you with my brand
(Chorus)
My gun's for hire
Shoot you with desire
Got gun's for hire
Shoot you with desire
(Quick draw on the floor, big shot)
Hot to trot, big shot
Take a lot
Never get the drop on me
I'm a real entertainer
Mischief maker
Lover in seven languages
(Chorus)
My gun's for hire
Shoot you with desire
This gun's for hire
Shoot you with desire
Shoot you with desire
Shoot you with desire
A gun's for hire
Shoot you with desire
What you get, but shot
You can't get the drop on me, girl
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