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Hail Caesar - AC/DC

Hail Caesar

AC/DC



Lyrics:
He be the count of Monte Cristo
Could be a quake any day
Maybe somebody from siam
Begin the era of a new rage
Keeps lickin' all the honey
Chewin' up the fat he rakes
Instead of sending to the lions
They cover him with praise

All hail Caesar
Hail! hail!

Down at the epicenter
Things started heatin' up
Rockin' up the richter scale
Swingin' in the chariot
Around and around we go
The senators rehearse the tale
Starring in the Coliseum
Tied upon the rack
Up comes the thumb of Caesar
To stab you in the back

All hail Caesar
Hail! hail!

Down at the epicenter
Things started heatin' up
Rockin' up the richter scale
Swingin' in the chariot
Around and around we go
The senators rehearse the tale

Watch out Caesar

I said hail

Hail! hail!

All hail Caesar
Hail! hail!

You need eyes in the back of your head boy,
Or you're dead.
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Letra:
El será el conde de Montecristo
Podría ser un terremoto cualquier día
Quizás alguien de Siam
Comienza la era de una nueva ira
Sigue lamiendo toda la miel
Masticando la grasa que hurga
En lugar de enviar a los leones
Lo cubren de alabanza

Todos alaban César
¡Ave! ¡ave!

Abajo en el epicentro
Las cosas comenzaron a calentarse
Ascendiendo en la escala de Ritcher
Balanceándonos en el carro
Vueltas y vueltas damos
Los senadores ensayan el cuento
Encabezando el Coliseo
Atado al potro de tortura
Arriba viene el pulgar de César
Para apuñalarte por la espalda

Todos alaban César
¡Ave! ¡ave!

Abajo en el epicentro
Las cosas comenzaron a calentarse
Ascendiendo en la escala Ritcher
Balanceándonos en el carro
Vueltas y vueltas damos
Los senadores ensayan el cuento

Cuidado César

Dije ave

¡Ave! ¡Ave!

Todos aclamen César
¡Ave! ¡ave!

Necesitas ojos en la parte de atrás de tu cabeza chico
O estas muerto.

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