The Furor
Writen by: Angus Young, Malcolm Young
Hey, what´s the furor?
Kick the dust, wipe the crime from the main street
Await the coming of The Lord
Hanging ´round with them low down and dirties
Bringing order from the boss
What´s the furor ´bout it all?
Leave you panting, bust your balls
Kicked around, messed about, get your hands dirty
On the killing floor
I´m your furor
I´m your furor, baby
Come on, yeah
Frame of mind, cross the line to a new state
I can shake the law
Friend of mine gonna build me a new place
Not knocking door-to-door
I´m your furor
I´m your furor, baby
What´s your furor?
I´m your furor, baby
Bring on the furor
C´mon
[Solo]
Well, I´m your furor
What´s your furor, baby?
Feel the furor
I´m your furor, baby
I´m your furor
What´s your furor, baby?
Feel the furor
You´re my furor
I´m your furor
I´m your furor
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