AC/DC

She was a fast machine
She kept her motor clean
She was the best damn woman I had ever seen
She had the sightless eyes
Telling me no lies

Back In the black I hit the sack,
I've been too long, I'm glad to be back,
yes, I'm let loose from the noose
That's kept me hangin' about.
I keep lookin' at the sky 'cause it's gettin' me high
Forget the hearse 'cause I'll never die. I got nine lives,
cat's eyes a busin' evry one of them and runnin' wild.
'Cause I'm back
Yes I'm Back
Well I'm back
Yes I'm back
Well I'm back, back.
Well I'm back in black,
Yes, I'm back in black
Back in the back of the Cadillac
Number one with a bullet, I'm a power pack.
Yes, I'm in a bang wit the gang,
They gotta catch me if they want me to hang.
'Cause I'm back on the track, And I'm beatin' the flack
Nobody's gonna get me on another rap.
So, look at me now, I'm just makin' my play
Don't try push your luck, just get outta my way. 

The word is out that I'm about, and I've come gunnin' for you.
I'm real entertainer, a mischief maker, a lover of no fixed abode.
Ooh, quick draw on the floor.
No law, give you more.
Sweet talkin' lover of sin.
You are what you got.
You'll get what you want.
Look out, woman!
I've got guns for hire.
Shoot you with desire.
Guns for hire.
Shoot you with desire.
I'm a wanted poster, a needed man,
Hunted right across the land.
I'm a smooth operator, a big dictator.
Gonna mark you with my brand.
My gun's for hire....
Hot to trot big shot. Take the lot.
Never get the drop on me.
I'm a real entertainer, a mischief maker,
Lover in seven languages.
My gun's for hire....
Quickdraw on the floor.
Big shot.
What you got,
big shot?
You can't get,
you can't get the draw on me.