[Intro]
This is, uh
The last one, Belfast
Unless you make a fucking racket
Let me hear you
Let me hear you, Belfast, say
I can make a fucking racket
I can make a fucking racket
You can make a fucking racket
Well, start making it

[Verse 1]
Only way to feel the noise
Is when it's good and loud
So good I can't believe it
Screaming with the crowd

[Chorus]
Don't sweat it
We'll get it back to you
Don't sweat it
We'll get it back to you
Overkill
Overkill
Overkill
[Verse 2]
On your feet you feel the beat
Straight to your spine
Shake your head, you must bе dead
If it don't make you fly

[Chorus]
Don't sweat it
Wе'll get it back to you
Don't sweat it
We'll get it back to you
Overkill
Overkill
Overkill

[Verse 3]
Know your body's made to move
You feel it in your guts
Rock 'n' roll ain't worth the name
If it don't make you strut

[Chorus]
Don't sweat it
We'll get it back to you
Don't sweat it
We'll get it back to you
Overkill
Overkill
Overkill
[Outro]
Five minutes
I thought you could make a racket
I can't hear you
Is this Belfast or somewhere else?
No, it is not allowed
We cannot have your guitar thrown at you by your roadies
It would've been fun trying though, right?
It is Christmas after all
And you, and you down there with the bird on your shoulders
Should get her off your shoulders unless you're really like into a bit of that
Oh yeah, she's not bad, yeah, look
Nice tits too
Oh, thank you
A new denim trust
Get off his shoulders
A present from the audience
What's this?
Ah, you gotta do better than that, man
I mean it ain't Pierre Cardin is it?
Thirty-five percent cotton
I think it looks very nice on him, don't you?
Merry Christmas
Considering the body it's on
Oh and I, I've got a towel
Okay then
Thank you, that's my wardrobe roadie, by the way
You know, he dresses me every morning, you know
Wake up, you know, I get up and he puts my clo—