Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
L.A. Guns
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mick Cripps
Songwriter
Michael Thomas Cripps
Composer
Tracii Guns
Songwriter
Phil Lewis
Songwriter
Kelly Nickels
Songwriter
Lyrics
Make your move make it fast
Do it right could be your last
Iron black cold steel heart
Tear your fucking world apart
On my killing machine my my killing machine
Take you to the brink of madness
It's a killing machine
Like you've never seen
It's a killing machine
Leaves a wake of hate and sadness
Moves stealth like through
The night
Leaves nothing else in sight
Psycatronic suicide
In search of genocide
Knows nothing else but hate
Was made to decimate
Shall roam the world in anger
Till nothing else is standing
I shall give death my kiss
I rule supreme in anger I dream
Make your move make it fast
Do it right could be your last
Iron black cold steel heart
Tear your fucking world apart
On my killing machine my my killing machine
Take you to the brink of madness
It's a killing machine
Like you've never seen
It's a killing machine
Leaves a wake of hate and sadness
Writer(s): Philip Lewis, Kelly Nickels, Mick Cripps, Tracii Gunns
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