Outside the rain begins
And it may never end
So cry no more on the shore
A dream will take us out to sea
Forevermore, forevermore
Close your eyes, Amie
And you can be with me
'Neath the waves, through the caves of ours
Long forgotten now
We’re all alone, we’re all alone
Close the window, calm the light
And it will be alright
No need to bother now
Let it out, let it all begin
Learn how to pretend
And the waitress is practicing politics
As the businessmen slowly get stoned
Yes they’re sharing a drink they call loneliness
But it’s better than drinking alone
Sing us a song you’re the piano man
Sing us a song tonight
Well we’re all in the mood for a melody
And you’ve got us feeling alright
Who draws the crowd and plays so loud, baby, it’s the guitar man
Who’s gonna steal the show, you know, baby, it’s the guitar man
He can make you love, he can make you cry
He will bring you down and he’ll get you high
Somethin’ keeps him goin’ miles and miles a day
To find another place to play
I JUST WANNA ROCK! 
“Turn it down,” you say
Well, all I gotta say to you is time and time again
I say no (No!) no, no, no
Tell me not to play
Well, all I gotta say to when you tell me not to play
I say no (No!) no, no, no
So if you ask me why I like the way I play it
There’s only one thing I can say to you
I wanna rock (Rock!)
I wanna rock (Rock!)
Long live rock, I need it every night
Long live rock, come on and join the line
Long live rock, be it dead or alive
Play that funky music white boy
Play that funky music right
Play that funky music white boy
Lay down the boogie and play that funky music till you die
You’ve got a real type of thing going down, gettin’ down
There’s a whole lot of rhythm going round
Ow, we want the funk
Give up the funk
Ow, we need the funk
Let us in we’ll tear this mother out
I wake up to the sound of music,
Mother Mary comes to me
Speaking words of wisdom, let it be
Yeah let it be, let it be
Let it be, yeah let it be
Oh there will be an answer, let it be
Sister Christian
Oh, the time has come
And you know that you’re the only one
To say, okay
But you’re motoring
Yeaaaaah, motoring
Sunrise, wrong side of another day
Sky high and six thousand miles away
Don’t know how long I’ve been awake
Wound up in an amazing state
Can’t get enough,
And you know it’s righteous stuff,
Goes up like prices at Christmas
Motorhead, you can call me Motorhead, alright
I do not remember Easter
I do not remember fall
So it’s possible December
Never happened after all.
Did we trim the tree together?
I can’t get the image through.
Cause I don’t remember Christmas
And I don’t remember you.
Later on to my astonishment I did not feel a tug
When I walked into the living room and saw that sheep skin rug.
All those pesky little echoes, they’re all gone without a trace.
It was good to know I could grow unaccustomed to your face.
Lights around the tree
Mama’s whistling
Takes me back again
There’s Something bout’ December
Let all your memories
Hold you close
No matter where you are
You’re not alone
Because the ones you love
Are never far
If Christmas is in your heart
It’s Christmas at Ground Zero
The button has been pressed
The radio just let us know
That this is not a test
Everywhere the atom bombs are dropping
It’s the end of all humanity
No more time for last-minute shopping
It’s time to face your final destiny
It’s Christmas at Ground Zero
There’s panic in the crowd
We can dodge debris while we trim the tree
Underneath the mushroom cloud
I was born in '49
A cold war kid in McCarthy time
Stop 'em all at the 38th Parallel
Blast those yellow reds to hell
And cold war kids were hard to kill
Under their desks in an air raid drill
Haven’t they heard we won the war
What do they keep on fighting for?
And it’s one, two, three, what are we fighting for?
Don’t ask me, I don’t give a damn
Next stop is Vietnam
And it’s five, six, seven, open up the pearly gates
Well, there ain’t no time to wonder why
Whoopee! We’re all gonna die!
Come back home to the refinery
Hiring man says “son if it was up to me”
Went down to see my V.A. man
He said “son don’t you understand now”
Had a brother at Khe Sahn fighting off the Viet Cong
They’re still there he’s all gone
You that never done nothin’
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it’s your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly
Hey Joe, where you goin’ with that gun in your hand?
Hey Joe, I said where you goin’ with that gun in your hand?
I’m going down to shoot my old lady
You know, I’ve caught her messin’ around with another man
Down by the river
I shot my baby
Down by the river,
Dead, oh, shot her dead.