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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Angus Young
Angus Young
Lead Guitar
Bon Scott
Bon Scott
Vocals
Malcolm Young
Malcolm Young
Guitar
Phil Rudd
Phil Rudd
Drums
Cliff Williams
Cliff Williams
Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Angus Young
Angus Young
Songwriter
Bon Scott
Bon Scott
Songwriter
Malcolm Young
Malcolm Young
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Harry Vanda & George Young for Albert Productions
Harry Vanda & George Young for Albert Productions
Producer
George Piros
George Piros
Mastering Engineer
George Young
George Young
Producer
Harry Vanda
Harry Vanda
Producer
Mark Opitz
Mark Opitz
Engineer
Vanda / Young
Vanda / Young
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Ow
[Verse 2]
She had the word, had the way
The way of lettin' me know
She knew the game, called the plays
Oh, she hit me low
Said, "Now you go your way, I'll go mine
And that's a start"
Doctor, doctor, ain't no cure
For the pain in my heart
[Verse 3]
Gimme a bullet to bite on
Somethin' to chew
Gimme a bullet to bite on
And I'll make believe
I'll make believe it's you
[Verse 4]
Don't need no drink, don't need no drug
Don't need no sympathy
Sooner or later send me a bill
For what she's doin' to me
Operator, long distance lips
On the telephone
Come tomorrow, come to grips
With me all alone
[Verse 5]
Gimme a bullet to bite on
Somethin' to chew
Gimme a bullet to bite on
And I'll make believe
I'll make believe it's you
[Verse 6]
A bullet to bite on
Ow
[Verse 7]
Gimme a bullet to bite on
Yeah, come on now
Yeah, yeah, bullet to bite on
Oh, yeah, bullet to chew
I'll make believe it's you (Bullet to bite on)
Ow, I'll make believe it's you
Gimme a bullet to bite on
Oh, you're a bullet, baby
I want a bullet to bite on
[Verse 8]
Hot and heavy now
Written by: Angus Young, Bon Scott, Malcolm Young
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