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Overkill - Motörhead

Overkill

Motörhead


Lyrics:
Only way to feel the noise is when it's good and loud
So good I can't believe it, screaming with the crowd
Don't sweat it, we'll get it back to you
Don't sweat it, we'll get it back to you
Overkill, overkill, overkill

On your feet you feel the beat, it goes straight to your spine
Shake your head you must be dead if it don't make you fly
Don't sweat it, we'll get it back to you
Don't sweat it, we'll get it back to you
Overkill, overkill, overkill

Know your body's made to move, ya feel it in your guts
Rock 'n' roll ain't worth the name if it don't make ya strut
Don't sweat it, we'll get it back to you
Don't sweat it, we'll get it back to you
Overkill, overkill, overkill
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Letra:
La única forma de sentir el ruido
es cuando es buena y fuerte.
Tan fuerte que no lo creas
mientras chillas con la multitud
No te preocupes, te lo traeremos de vuelta. (X2)

Exageración (x3)

Sientes el ritmo en los pies,
va directamente al espinazo.
Mueve la cabeza, debes de estar muerto
si no te hace volar.
No te preocupes, te lo traeremos de nuevo. (x2)

Exageración (x3)

Entiende que tu cuerpo está hecho para moverse.
Siéntelo en las tripas.
El Rock and Roll no es digno de su nombre
si no  hace contonearte. (*)
No te preocupes, te lo traemos de vuelta. (x2)

Exageración (x3)

Aclaraciones:


(*) En la última década Motörhead cambió el "If it don`t make you strut" ("Si no hace contornearte")  por "If it don`t make you fuck". 
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