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
and you know it's righteous stuff
goes up like prices at christmas
you can call me motorhead
get some mental anaesthesia
i'll shut the door and kill the lights
and if i can't be wrong i could be right
have another stick of gum
remember me now motorhead
we're moving like a parallelogram
i'll shut the door and kill the lights
i guess i'll see you all on the ice
ain't felt this good for an hour