Motörhead
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Headgirl
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Motörhead & Denise Dufort
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Motörhead & Wendy O. Williams
Hey babe, I think you're under the knife
You won't listen to me
You ain't in prison
But you're serving life
Just you wait and see
I bet you thought
It was the great escape
I think you might have been wrong
But if you're right
I'll just kiss you goodnight
Already long, long gone
I can't fight it, I ain't gonna fight it
Even to save my life
I can't get you face to face
I think you're under the knife
You're gonna be there every day
I hope it's where you wanted to be
I hope that he treats you real good
I hope that he'll keep you free
I don't think that you deserve me, babe
I wouldn't bet that anyone does
But if you decide that I'm still worth a try
I still remember the buzz
I can't fight it, I won't try to fight it
Even to save your life
I can't get you face to face
I hope you ain't under the knife
When we were good
It used to scare me to death
I sure remember it well
Lathered it sweat
And both fighting for breath
Gave each other Hell
I know I ain't yours
And you sure ain't mine
We both took real good care of that
So roll you dice
And I hope you feel nice
I'll find somewhere to hang my hat
I won't fight it, I ain't gonna fight it
Even to save your life
I can't get you face to face
I think we're under the knife
I think we're under the knife
Under the Knife (Slow) was written by Pete Gill & Würzel & Lemmy & Phil Campbell.