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Motörhead - The Essential - March or Die
The Essential
Disc 1
01. Motörhead
02. White Line Fever
03. Iron Horse/Born to Lose
04. Louie Louie
05. Overkill (long version)
06. Too Late, Too Late
07. Damage Case
08. Tear Ya Down
09. Bomber
10. All the Aces
11. Stone Dead Forever
12. Ace of Spades
13. (We Are) The Road Crew
14. The Chase Is Better Than the Catch
15. Live to Win
16. The Hammer
17. Please Don’t Touch
18. Stay Clean
19. Metropolis
20. Capricorn
Disc 2
01. Speedfreak
02. Iron Fist
03. Don’t Need Religion
04. Another Perfect Day
05. Shine
06. Die You Bastard
07. Killed by Death
08. Deaf Forever
09. Orgasmatron
10. Doctor Rock
11. Ain’t My Crime
12. Rock ’n’ Roll
13. Eat the Rich
14. Dogs
15. R.A.M.O.N.E.S.
16. 1916
17. March or Die
18. I Ain’t No Nice Guy
19. Name in Vain
The beast behind our eyes is loose
The day has come, the day has come
We march to Armageddon, hungry for the war

I see the hated enemy
I see what I was taught to see
And one of us will bend the knee, we understand the law

The blood lust jerks our legs to march
Fife and drum, fife and drum
Our eyes are fixed and fearless, searching for the war

Our statesmen deal in blood and lies
One hundred million stifled cries
One hundred million wasted lives already gone before

So march or die, march or die
The stench of death is in the sky
We never fail to satisfy
We rend with tooth and claw

Sword and shield and jackboot heel
We love to kill, we love to kill
We love to taste of our own blood, squirm our own gore

Children weep and widows wail
Our education systems fail
To hide our guilt we build more jails, and we shall build still more

Our forests die, the stranglehold
That we put on the Earth for gold
Will yet increase ten thousand fold and no one knows what for

March and die, march and die
Defecate, despoil and lie
Cheat, dissemble, preach and spy
Build your house of straw

Laugh and cry, laugh and cry
Bloody sunset drowns the sky
For Earth the heal then we must die
No-one deserves it more

I tell you we are doomed, my friends
Our time is come, our time is come
We live within a charnel house, rotten to the core

We glorify lust, greed and pain
We drown our hope in poison rain
We point the finger, shift the blame, ambition makes us whores

March or croak, march or croak
All your lives, a cosmic joke
Fill your days with piss and smoke
The wolf waits at your door

Burn and dance, burn and dance
Sex, death, torture, false romance
Whoop and howl, you have no chance
Burn and rise no more
Burn and rise no more

Die, die, die, die
Die, die, die, die
Die, die, die, die
Die, die, die, die
Die, die, die, die
Die, die, die, die
Die, die, die, die
Die, die, die, die
Die, die, die, die
Die, die, die, die
Die, die, die, die