(wearing Your) Heart On Your Sleeve Lyrics - We Are Motorhead - Motorhead

Clock is still ticking, why don't you listen? 

Ain't got the time that you had yesterday 

Can't be so blind, way out of line 

Thinking the world wants to hear what you say 

Nobody ever knows why 

Nobody ever knows who 

Nobody sees that we're all on our knees 

Looking for reasons to do what we do 

Hey, what the hell 

Get out of your shell 

Time to get back to when truth was all true 

Get me some danger 

Get me a stranger 

Time to be counted and pay up my dues 

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Stand or fall 

Get ourselves something that we can believe 

Fight or crawl 

Use what you find in yourself to succeed 

Stand or fall 

Wearing your heart on your sleeve 

Politics suck, you'll be shit out of luck 

If you ever mess with the methods they use 

No way to doubt, three strikes you're out 

You against them, it's your freedom you lose 

Nobody questions the law 

Nobody questions the man 

Nobody cares 'cause nobody knows where 

We go to so we can kick out the jams 

Hey what the hell 

You know yourself well 

Get back to your honuor and pride 

Time for some slamming 

Time for some jamming 

Take us away from the snare of their lies 

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Stand or fall 

Get ourselves something that we can believe 

Fight or crawl 

Use what you find in yourself to succeed 

Stand or fall 

Wearing your heart on your sleeve 

We're on the run, we're under the gun 

Sneaking and hiding, away from the sun 

Breaking the law, don't know what for 

Our generation is made up of whores 

Get out of town, get out of jail 

Nobody here gonna make us our bail 

Don't really care that my life isn't fair 

Hard on your head in the electric chair 

Out of your mind, deaf, dumb and blind 

Don't know how people can be so unkind 

Grown up too soon, grown up too soon 

Too many wolves looking up at the moon 

Way too clean 

Too fucking healthy, you know what I mean 

Way too rich 

Every executive son of a bitch 

Way too mean, 

They're all way to eager to feed the machine 

Way too smart 

Gonna come down and break all of our hearts 

Way too slick 

Way they schmooze, like to making me sick 

Time to leave 

Wearing your heart on your sleeve 

Wearing your heart on your sleeve