Kings Road, Chelsea, June of 1975
We set the pace for tomorrow
The new religion, the Electric Church, the
only way to go.

Live fast, die old
We've only got Rock n' Roll
Gimme a Rick, gimme a Marshall
I'm born to lose, I'm out to lunch

You can't plan your life it don't work that
way
Go ‘til the end or you shouldn't have stayed
You're a rose among the thorns
Love me like a reptile, we'll make it
worthwhile

So don't stop ‘til you drop
Let's go hit it from the top
Gimme a Jack, gimme some Coke
I'm born to lose, I'm out to lunch

I ain't no choosy boy
I love ‘em all
Skinny, just right or fat
White, yellow, red, brown, or black

c thousand places
c thousand loves
I played all my aces
But I just can't get enough

You gotta wet her snatch
cnd never ever her eyes
You gotta please her right
Or one day I just might

Got an addiction I just can't fight
Gotta go get it oh so every night
Live fast, die old
We are Motörhead and we play Rock n'
Roll

I am Heavy, I am Speed
I got all that you need
I'm born to lose, I'm out to lunch