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For Those About To Rock - 1981
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Released: 23 November 1981 Recorded 1981 Label: Albert Producer: Robert John "Mutt" Lange The name of the album was inspired by a book Angus Young read, entitled For Those About To Die, We Salute You, about Roman gladiators. The gladiators' final words to the emperor were "Ave Caesar, morituri te salutant !" - or, "Hail Caesar, we who are about to die, salute you !". The album was re-released in 2003 as part of the AC/DC remasters series. |
Line Up: Malcolm Young - Rhytm Guitar Angus Young - Lead Guitar Brian Johnson - Lead Vocals Cliff Williams - Bass Guitar Phil Rudd - Drums |
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Available on: For Those About To Rock - 1981 Who Made Who - 1986 Live (Special Collector's Edition) - 1992 Live - 1992 © 1981, J Albert & Son Pty Ltd. |
For Those About To Rock (We Salute You) Young/Young/Johnson Oh yeah yeah! Oh oh oh! We roll tonight to the guitar bite Yeah yeah, ow! Stand up and be counted for what you are about to receive We are the dealers, we’ll give you everything you need Hail hail to the good times ‘Cause rock has got the right of way We ain’t no legend, ain’t no cause We’re just livin’ for today For those about to rock, we salute you For those about to rock, we salute you We rock at dawn on the front line Like a bolt right outta the blue The sky’s alight with a guitar bite Heads will roll and rock tonight For those about to rock, we salute you For those about to rock, we salute you For those about to rock, we salute you, yes we do For those about to rock, we salute you, salute We’re just a battery for hire with the guitar fire Ready and aimed at you Pick up your balls and load up your cannon For a twenty-one gun salute For those about to rock, fire (We salute you) For those about to rock (We salute you) For those about to rock, fire (We salute you) Fire, we salute you We salute you, c’mon (For those about to rock, we salute you) (For those about to rock, we salute you) For those about to rock, we salute you For those about to rock, we salute you Shoot, shoot Shoot, shoot For those who give For those who take For those on the line and those on the make, we salute you, yeah We salute you, we salute you We salute you Fire ! |
Available on: For Those About To Rock - 1981 © 1981, J Albert & Son Pty Ltd. |
Put The Finger On You Young/Young/Johnson Oh yeah I put the finger on you, yeah, my hands all outta control Yes I, I can’t stop it gettin’ down on you It’s movin’ on its own accord Yes, I got fire in my finger tips, radiate it all to you I can’t control it, can’t even hold it It’s knockin’ on your door and you know what it’s for I put the finger right on you I put the finger right on you, you put your finger on me too And I put the finger, I put the finger Yeah I put the finger, I put the finger I put the finger on you for sure It’s a key to unlockin’ your door Don’t you know, I broken through your security My hands ain’t tied no more, you better watch out I can’t control it, can’t even hold it Sneakin’ up for your pleasure You can feel it on your ankle, feel it on your knee Feel it on your thigh, can you feel me I put the finger right on you I put the finger right on you, you put your finger on me too And I put the finger, I put the finger Yeah I put the finger, I put the finger on you I can’t control it, can’t even hold it Sneakin’ up for your pleasure You can feel it on your ankle, feel it on your knee Feel it on your thigh, can you feel me Put it (right on you) Put it (right on you) I’ll do it if you (want me to) Come on put it, come on put it I put the finger on you, I put the finger on you I put the finger on you, I put the finger on you I put the finger on you, I put the finger on you Put the finger, I put the finger on you I put the finger on you, I put the finger on you So close I hit the spot I put the finger on you Right on You |
Available on: For Those About To Rock - 1981 © 1981, J Albert & Son Pty Ltd. |
Let's Get It Up Young/Young/Johnson My my my Loose lips sink ships So come aboard for a pleasure trip It’s high tide so let’s ride The moon is risin’ and so am I I’m gonna get it up Never gonna let it up Cruisin’ on the seven seas A pirate of my lovin’ needs I’ll never go down Never go down So let’s get it up Let’s get it up, get it right up, yeah Let’s get it up, right to the top Let’s get it up, right now Loose wires cause fires Gettin’ tangled in my desires So screw ‘em up and plug ‘em in Then switch it on and start all over again I’m gonna get it up Never gonna let it up, no Tickin’ like a time bomb, oh yeah Blowin’ out the fuse box I’ll never go down Never go down So let’s get it up, let’s get it up, get it up oh oh Let’s get it up, right to the top Let’s get it up, right now Get it up, c’mon and wail! Let’s get it up, c’mon let’s get it up, hey get it, get it Let’s get it up, switch it on start it Let’s get it up, oh yeah yeah C’mon let’s get it up, let’s get it up, oh yeah Let’s get it up, let’s get it up Get it up, get it up, get it up Right up |
Available on: For Those About To Rock - 1981 © 1981, J Albert & Son Pty Ltd. |
Inject The Venom Young/Young/Johnson No mercy for the bad if they want it No mercy for the bad if they plead No mercy for the bad if they need it Oooh, no mercy from me Tell no truth and tell no lies Cross your heart and hope to die Never give what you can’t take back Scratch like a cat Oh inject your venom It’ll be your last attack No mercy for the bad if they want it No mercy for the bad if they plead No mercy for the bad if they need it V.E.N.O.M. Got no heart no, feel no pain Take your soul and leave a stain Come choose your victim Take him by surprise Go in hard and get him Right between the eyes and Inject the venom, oh Inject the venom, c’mon Inject the venom Inject it all, ooh, stick it in, stick it Come on, inject the venom Inject the venom Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, yeah Inject the venom, get it all Inject the venom Inject the venom, inject it all Inject the venom! |
Available on: For Those About To Rock - 1981 © 1981, J Albert & Son Pty Ltd. |
Snowballed Young/Young/Johnson Crashed out of the market Out on the floor Washed up on the shore Bombed outta the city Out of the door Blown up against the wall Put out of the picture Axe about to fall Walk before you crawl Dragged down to the bottom Screamin’ for air The shark must get his share You can see it comin’ miles and miles away Women, drink and money are gonna make you pay Snowballed, ooh yeah Snowballed, they done it again Snowballed, makin’ me blind Snowballed The howl of the wolf Snow in his eyes Waitin’ to take you by surprise Eye of the needle Heat of the fight Watch those teeth ‘cause they’re ready to bite You can see it comin’ miles and miles away Women, drink and money are gonna make you pay You’ve been snowballed, yes you have Snowballed, you been fooled again Snowballed, that’s all Snowballed, … Snow, snow, … Snowballed, snow Snowballed, snowballed Snowballed, snowballed You been snowballed, snowballed You been snow, you been snow Snow, balled, balled, balled |
Available on: For Those About To Rock - 1981 © 1981, J Albert & Son Pty Ltd. |
Evil Walks Young/Young/Johnson Black shadow hangin’ over your shoulder Black mark up against your name Your green eyes couldn’t get any colder There’s bad poison runnin’ through your veins (Evil walks behind you) (Evil sleeps beside you) Evil talks arouse you Evil walks behind you Black widow weavin’ evil notions Dark secrets bein’ spun in your web Good men goin’ down in your ocean They can’t swim ‘cause they’re tied to your bed, yeah (Evil walks behind you) (Evil sleeps beside you) Evil talks arouse you Evil walks behind you You just cry wolf I sometimes wonder where you park your broom, ah ah Oh black widow C’mon weave your web Down in your ocean You got ‘em tied to your bed With your dark dark secrets And your green green eyes You black widow (Evil) walks behind you (Evil) sleeps beside you (Evil) talks arouse you (Evil) walks behind you Evil walks behind you Evil sleeps beside you Evil talks arouse you Evil walks behind you Watch it walk, (evil sleeps beside you) Evil talks, (evil talks arouse you) Evil walks, (evil walks behind you) Evil walks, you’re so bad |
Available on: For Those About To Rock - 1981 © 1981, J Albert & Son Pty Ltd. |
C.O.D. Young/Young/Johnson Call of a dog, cry of a bitch The cream of a dream is the cause of the itch Call on the doctor, cash on demand If you get enough rope, might even hang (C.O.D.) Care of the devil (C.O.D.) The devil in me (C.O.D.) Care of the devil Care of the devil in me, yeah The curse of love is the cause of the pain The crime of the day is when you do it again Call on the doctor, cash on demand If you give them a finger, they’ll take off your hand (C.O.D.) Care of the devil (C.O.D.) The devil in me (C.O.D.) Care of the devil Care of the devil in me Down to the devil with me The call of a dog, cry of a bitch The sign of the sinner is the size of his itch Cry (C.O.D.) Care of the devil (C.O.D.) The devil in me (C.O.D.) Care of the devil (C.O.D.) Oh (C.O.D.) Care of the devil (C.O.D.) The devil in me (C.O.D.) Care of the devil (C.O.D.) Care of the devil in me I’m paying, paying, I’m paying C.O.D. Care of the devil, care of the devil in me It’s the curse of love |
Available on: For Those About To Rock - 1981 © 1981, J Albert & Son Pty Ltd. |
Breaking The Rules Young/Young/Johnson Black sheep and a renegade Hot feet in the cool of the shade The street jungle and the tough childhoods Examinations done no good Got crow bars and hot wired cars Sneak thieves and cheap cigars No rebellion, not today I get my kicks in my own way, right OK Just keep on breakin’ the rules C’mon get ready to rule Just keep on breakin’ the rules C’mon get ready to rule Tough breaks in the neighbourhood A hard case who’s up to no good Livin’ like trash, a society rash Ready to break and ready to dash A bad deal and a real rough ride Ain’t doin’ time on the other side No rebellion, not today I get my kicks in my own way, right OK Just keep on breakin’ the rules C’mon get ready to rule Just keep on breakin’ the rules C’mon get ready to rule Tough breaks They got the regulation ties, regulation shoes Those regulation fools with their regulation rules Just keep on breakin’ the rules C’mon get ready to rule Just keep on breakin’ the rules C’mon get ready to rule Just keep on breakin’ the rules, breakin’ the rules Get ready You just keep on breakin’ the rules C’mon get ready, get ready, get ready Ready to rule Take off your ties and your regulation shoes You’re nothing but a bunch of regulation fools, yeah And your damn regulation rules I’m gonna do things my own way, everyday, everyday, everyday In every way, I ain’t gonna pay no attention to your rules |
Available on: For Those About To Rock - 1981 © 1981, J Albert & Son Pty Ltd. |
Night Of The Long Knives Young/Young/Johnson Who your leader? Who your man? Who will help you fill your hand? Who’s your friend and who’s your foe? Who’s your Judas? You don’t know Night of the long knives, night of the long knives Night of the long knives, night of the long long knife Where’s that saviour? Where’s that light when you’re prayin’ for your life? Who’s that fightin’ back to back? Who’s defendin’ who’s attack? Night of the long knives, night of the long knives Night of the long knives, night of the long long knife Night of the long knives Oh stab him in the back once It’s the night of the long knives, night of the long knives Night of the long knives It’s the night of the long long knife It’s the night of the, night of the Night of the long long knife |
Available on: For Those About To Rock - 1981 © 1981, J Albert & Son Pty Ltd. |
Spellbound Young/Young/Johnson Blinded by a bright beam Shattered by the windscreen Stunned by the whiplash I’m a victim of a bad crash I can’t do nothin’ right I never sleep at night Can’t even start a fight Oh my feet have left the ground Spinnin’ ‘round and ‘round Spellbound, my world keeps a tumblin’ down Spellbound, my world keeps a tumblin’ down Beaten by a blind bend Wrong way up a dead end Screamin’ through a speed trap As I tear into a tail back You know I can’t do nothin’ right No I, I never sleep at night And I can’t even start a fight Well my feet have left the ground Spinnin’ ‘round and ‘round Spellbound, my world keeps a tumblin’ down Spellbound, my world keeps a tumblin’ down It keeps a tumblin’ down, c’mon slide I’m slippin’ down I got my hands in the fire Ooh I’m sliding on an oil slick Burnin’ on a bad trip Yes and nothin’s gonna change it No I can’t do nothin’ right Can’t even sleep at night My feet have left the ground I’m spinnin’ ‘round and ‘round Spellbound, my world keeps a tumblin’ down Spellbound, my world keeps a tumblin’ down, down, down Spellbound, my world keeps a tumblin’ down, down Spellbound, my world keeps a tumblin’ down |