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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 a 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
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 a 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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"Overkill [Live at Lemmy's Birthday Party]" as written by Edward Alan Clarke, Ian Kilmister, Philip John Taylor
Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing
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