Back in Black

Back in black, hit the sack. I’ve been too long I’m glad to be back.
Let loose, from the noose, that kept me hanging about.
I keep looking at the sky ‘cause it’s getting me high.
Forget the hearse ‘cos I’ll never die. 9 lives, cat’s eyes.
Usin’ every one of them and running wild.

Cos I’m back, yeah I’m back. We’ll I’m back, Yeah I’m back. Back, back. Back in black. Back in black.

Back in the back of a Cadillac. Number one with a bullet in a power pack.
Now, altogether, with the gang: Gotta catch me if they want me to hang.
In the track, beat the flack. Nobody’s gonna get me on another rap, now.
Look at a me now, making my play. Try and push your luck or get out of my way.

Cos I’m back, yeah I’m back. We’ll I’m back, Yeah I’m back. Back, back. Back in black. Back in black.
Cos I’m back, yeah I’m back. We’ll I’m back, Yeah I’m back. Back, back. Back in black. Back in black.

* Original lyrics written by AC/DC.