Motrhead — Overkill Live at Whitla Hall Belfast 23rd December 1981

[Intro] This is, uh The last one, Belfast Unless you make a fucking racket Let me hear you Let me hear you, Belfast, say I can make a fucking racket I can make a fucking racket You can make a fucking racket Well, start making it [Verse 1] Only way to feel the noise Is when it's good and loud So good I can't believe it Screaming with the crowd [Chorus] Don't sweat it We'll get it back to you Don't sweat it We'll get it back to you Overkill Overkill Overkill [Verse 2] On your feet you feel the beat Straight to your spine Shake your head, you must bе dead If it don't make you fly [Chorus] Don't sweat it Wе'll get it back to you Don't sweat it We'll get it back to you Overkill Overkill Overkill [Verse 3] Know your body's made to move You feel it in your guts Rock 'n' roll ain't worth the name If it don't make you strut [Chorus] Don't sweat it We'll get it back to you Don't sweat it We'll get it back to you Overkill Overkill Overkill [Outro] Five minutes I thought you could make a racket I can't hear you Is this Belfast or somewhere else? No, it is not allowed We cannot have your guitar thrown at you by your roadies It would've been fun trying though, right? It is Christmas after all And you, and you down there with the bird on your shoulders Should get her off your shoulders unless you're really like into a bit of that Oh yeah, she's not bad, yeah, look Nice tits too Oh, thank you A new denim trust Get off his shoulders A present from the audience What's this? Ah, you gotta do better than that, man I mean it ain't Pierre Cardin is it? Thirty-five percent cotton I think it looks very nice on him, don't you? Merry Christmas Considering the body it's on Oh and I, I've got a towel Okay then Thank you, that's my wardrobe roadie, by the way You know, he dresses me every morning, you know Wake up, you know, I get up and he puts my clo—