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d Don't matter to me

d If I can't see you no more

d If you shoot out my lights

d Black night's where I'll be

d It don't matter to me d

I just can imagine the party

where everybody's

gonna celebrate his life someday.

It's gonna be like for a head of state.

I think he'll be sorely missed

throughout the world when he goes,

but I think the way it will be,

and the way he'd want it as well,

there's not gonna be many tears shed

but many

"what f***ing great times we had!"

Do you know what I mean?

It's gonna be one of those -

a sad day but also a day

where everybody's gonna get together

and talk about the great f***ing times

that they had with him and his music.

I don't know how old he is

and I don't care. He could be 100.

The fact that he's up there still doing it

is absolute inspiration for us.

We got nothing to complain about

and everything to look forward to.

This is what I am.

This is what I do.

This is what I'm supposed to do.

Right here.

I'm supposed to be backstage,

waiting to go on, you know.

If your life was a movie,

how would you want it to end?

It should end

with the clap of thunder

and me vanishing

off the top of the mountain,

leaving behind a plaque which says,

"Fooled you, again."

Something along those lines.

But we can't afford the mountain

and we can't afford the flash powder

and we can't get the cameras

up the slope.

So there you go.

You can't have everything, can you?

Where would you put it?

- Any regrets?

- None. Life's too short.

Motrhead! Motrhead!

I would like to say that you are one

of the best f***ing crowds

we ever played for.

Thank you!

Don't forget us.

We are Motrhead,

and we play rock and roll!

D Only way to feel the noise

is when it's good and loud

d So good I can't believe it

screaming with the crowd

d Don't sweat it, get it back to you

d Don't sweat it, get it back to you

d Overkill, overkill

d Overkill

d On your feet you feel the beat

d Goes straight to your spine

d Shake your head you must be dead

d If it don't make you fly

d Don't sweat it, get it back to you

d Don't sweat it, get it back to you

d Overkill, overkill

d Overkill

d Say it

d Know your body's made to move

d You feel it in your guts

d Rock and roll ain't worth the name

d if it don't make you strut

d Don't sweat it, get it back to you

d Don't sweat it, get it back to you

d Overkill

d Overkill

d Say it d

- All for one.

- And all for another f***ing year.

Yeah, it was a good one this year.

F*** off back

to your dressing rooms now.

It was all right this show,

wasn't it?

- Bugger off, Greg!

- Yeah, give it a rest.

Not in the elevator.

Give it a break. Oi!

All right, go away.

F*** off with the cameras, boys.

There they are.

What's the matter with you, pal?

You want a mouth full of broken teeth?

- Cheers, guys.

- Cheers, man. Good to see you again.

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