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from Motley Crue - Girls, Girls, Girls (1987)
She's only fifteen
She's the reason--the reason that I can't sleep You say illegal I say legal's never been my scene I try like hell but I'm out of control All in the name of rock 'n' roll For sex and sex I'd sell my soul Pretty pretty so innocent She says you ain't seen nothing yet Brings me a dirty, dirty magazine There she was for all the world to see I try like hell but I'm out of control. All in the name of rock 'n' roll For sex and sex I'd sell my soul Says to me daddy Can I have some candy Wanna be your nasty Anytime you want You know you can have me All in the name of rock 'n' roll |
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from Motley Crue - Girls, Girls, Girls (1987)
She's only fifteen
She's the reason-the reason that I can't sleep You say illegal I say legal's never been my scene I try like hell but I'm out of control All in the name of rock 'n' roll For sex and sex I'd sell my soul All in the name of rock 'n' roll Pretty, pretty so innocent She says you ain't seen nothing yet Brings me a dirty, dirty magazine There she was for all the world to see I try like hell but I'm out of control. All in the name of rock 'n' roll For sex and sex I'd sell my soul All in the name of rock 'n' roll Says to me daddy Can I have some candy Wanna be your nasty Anytime you want You know you can have me All in the name of rock 'n' roll |
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from Motley Crue - Girls, Girls, Girls (1987)
She's only fifteen
She's the reason-the reason that I can't sleep You say illegal I say legal's never been my scene I try like hell but I'm out of control All in the name of rock 'n' roll For sex and sex I'd sell my soul All in the name of rock 'n' roll Pretty, pretty so innocent She says you ain't seen nothing yet Brings me a dirty, dirty magazine There she was for all the world to see I try like hell but I'm out of control. All in the name of rock 'n' roll For sex and sex I'd sell my soul All in the name of rock 'n' roll Says to me daddy Can I have some candy Wanna be your nasty Anytime you want You know you can have me All in the name of rock 'n' roll |
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from Motley Crue - Girls, Girls, Girls (1987)
She's only fifteen
She's the reason-the reason that I can't sleep You say illegal I say legal's never been my scene I try like hell but I'm out of control All in the name of rock 'n' roll For sex and sex I'd sell my soul All in the name of rock 'n' roll Pretty, pretty so innocent She says you ain't seen nothing yet Brings me a dirty, dirty magazine There she was for all the world to see I try like hell but I'm out of control. All in the name of rock 'n' roll For sex and sex I'd sell my soul All in the name of rock 'n' roll Says to me daddy Can I have some candy Wanna be your nasty Anytime you want You know you can have me All in the name of rock 'n' roll |
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from Motley Crue - Red White & Crue (2005)
She's only fifteen
She's the reason-the reason that I can't sleep You say illegal I say legal's never been my scene I try like hell but I'm out of control All in the name of rock 'n' roll For sex and sex I'd sell my soul All in the name of rock 'n' roll Pretty, pretty so innocent She says you ain't seen nothing yet Brings me a dirty, dirty magazine There she was for all the world to see I try like hell but I'm out of control. All in the name of rock 'n' roll For sex and sex I'd sell my soul All in the name of rock 'n' roll Says to me daddy Can I have some candy Wanna be your nasty Anytime you want You know you can have me All in the name of rock 'n' roll |
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from Motley Crue - Music To Crash Your Car To Vol.1 (2007)
She's only fifteen
She's the reason-the reason that I can't sleep You say illegal I say legal's never been my scene I try like hell but I'm out of control All in the name of rock 'n' roll For sex and sex I'd sell my soul All in the name of rock 'n' roll Pretty, pretty so innocent She says you ain't seen nothing yet Brings me a dirty, dirty magazine There she was for all the world to see I try like hell but I'm out of control. All in the name of rock 'n' roll For sex and sex I'd sell my soul All in the name of rock 'n' roll Says to me daddy Can I have some candy Wanna be your nasty Anytime you want You know you can have me All in the name of rock 'n' roll |
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from Motley Crue - Carnival Of Sins Live (2006)
Oh I am an anti-Christ
And I am an anarchist Don't know what I want But I know how to get it I wanna destroy the passers by 'Cause I, I wanna be, anarchy In this fuckin' city Anarchy for the USA It's coming sometime, maybe Give the wrong time Stop a traffic line Your future dream is a shopping scheme 'Cause I wanna be, anarchy Well it's the only way to be [Solo] Ha ha ha ha ha ha There are many ways to get what you want I use the best, well I use the rest Well I use the enemy I use anarchy 'Cause I, I wanna be, anarchy Fuck the rat race man Is this the PMRC Or is this the DEA Or is this the CIA I thought it was the U.S.A. Or just another country Some other fuckin' country And I, wanna be, anarchy Oh I wanna fuckin' hear it man And I, wanna be, anarchy Let's say it again boys And I, wanna be, anarchy |
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from Motley Crue - Quaternary (1994)
She's a revolution
Anarchy in hell on high heels, on high heels I get called the villain Washin' down my love with her pills Lips are speakin' chaos but her eyes Are as blue as the sea She carries Mother's Bible mixes valium with her beliefs Oh yeah, and you know she gets me high I've seen flowers and razors in her hair She's walkin' trouble with her innocence I'll just sit here thinkin' on my window sill She keeps me high, Miss Babykills My Babykills says, she's sugar but she's spicy Licks the venom off her lips Dresses like a school girl Loves her poisoned fingertips I just know I love her Sent from up above for me [Incomprehensible] And you know she gets me high I've seen flowers and razors in her hair She's talkin' trouble with her innocence I just sit here thinkin' on my window sill She keeps me high, Miss Babykills I've seen flowers and razors in her hair She's walkin' trouble with her innocence I just sit here thinkin' on my window sill She takes me higher, takes me higher I've seen flowers and I've seen razors blades I just sit here dreamin' of my latest fill She steals' my heart, Miss Babykills |
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from Motley Crue - Motley Crue (1994)
She's a revolution
Anarchy in hell on high heels, on high heels I get called the villain Washin' down my love with her pills Lips are speakin' chaos but her eyes Are as blue as the sea She carries Mother's Bible mixes valium with her beliefs Oh yeah, and you know she gets me high I've seen flowers and razors in her hair She's walkin' trouble with her innocence I'll just sit here thinkin' on my window sill She keeps me high, Miss Babykills My Babykills says, she's sugar but she's spicy Licks the venom off her lips Dresses like a school girl Loves her poisoned fingertips I just know I love her Sent from up above for me [Incomprehensible] And you know she gets me high I've seen flowers and razors in her hair She's talkin' trouble with her innocence I just sit here thinkin' on my window sill She keeps me high, Miss Babykills I've seen flowers and razors in her hair She's walkin' trouble with her innocence I just sit here thinkin' on my window sill She takes me higher, takes me higher I've seen flowers and I've seen razors blades I just sit here dreamin' of my latest fill She steals' my heart, Miss Babykills |
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from Motley Crue - Motley Crue (1994)
She's a revolution
Anarchy in hell on high heels, on high heels I get called the villain Washin' down my love with her pills Lips are speakin' chaos but her eyes Are as blue as the sea She carries Mother's Bible mixes valium with her beliefs Oh yeah, and you know she gets me high I've seen flowers and razors in her hair She's walkin' trouble with her innocence I'll just sit here thinkin' on my window sill She keeps me high, Miss Babykills My Babykills says, she's sugar but she's spicy Licks the venom off her lips Dresses like a school girl Loves her poisoned fingertips I just know I love her Sent from up above for me [Incomprehensible] And you know she gets me high I've seen flowers and razors in her hair She's talkin' trouble with her innocence I just sit here thinkin' on my window sill She keeps me high, Miss Babykills I've seen flowers and razors in her hair She's walkin' trouble with her innocence I just sit here thinkin' on my window sill She takes me higher, takes me higher I've seen flowers and I've seen razors blades I just sit here dreamin' of my latest fill She steals' my heart, Miss Babykills |
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from Motley Crue - Girls, Girls, Girls (1987)
Found a girl she's mama's pride
I tatooed her and now she's mine I'll make the toast you raise the glass Just a few words to kick the world in the ass Round and round the town The same ol' story is told Better lock up your daughter when the M?leys hit the road We do the bad boy boogie Bas is bad There's a method to the madness we never kiss and tell Have a drink on the boys We'll entertain you in style We're innocent in every way Like apple pie and Chevrolet Sweeter pies with different shapes 38-28-38 In an out of town alibis fit like a glove Tell your daddy not to thank us Honey, you're a labor of love We do the bad boy boogie Bad is bad I got my finger in the pie My hand in the cookie jar It's just a lick and a promise In the back seat of my car There's a method to the madness We never kiss and tell Have a drink on the boys We'll entertain you in style We do the bad boy boogie Bas is bad I got my finger in the pie And my hand in the cookie jar It's just a lick and a promise In the back seat of my car Bad boy boogie |
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from Motley Crue - Girls, Girls, Girls (1987)
Found a girl she's mama's pride I tattooed her and now she's mine I'll make the toast you raise the glass Just a few words to kick the world in the ass Round and round the town The same ol' story is told Better lock up your daughter when the Motleys hit the road We do the bad boy boogie Bad is bad There's a method to the madness We never kiss and tell Have a drink on the boys We'll entertain you in style We're innocent in every way Like apple pie and Chevrolet Sweeter pies with different shapes 38-28-38 In and out of town alibis fit like a glove Tell your daddy not to thank us Honey, you're a labor of love We do the bad boy boogie Bad is bad I got my finger in the pie My hand in the cookie jar It's just a lick and a promise In the back seat of my car There's a method to the madness We never kiss and tell Have a drink on the boys We'll entertain you in style We do the bad boy boogie Bad is bad I got my finger in the pie My hand in the cookie jar It's just a lick and a promise In the back seat of my car Bad boy boogie |
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from Motley Crue - Music To Crash Your Car To Vol.1 (2007)
Found a girl she's mama's pride I tattooed her and now she's mine I'll make the toast you raise the glass Just a few words to kick the world in the ass Round and round the town The same ol' story is told Better lock up your daughter when the Motleys hit the road We do the bad boy boogie Bad is bad There's a method to the madness We never kiss and tell Have a drink on the boys We'll entertain you in style We're innocent in every way Like apple pie and Chevrolet Sweeter pies with different shapes 38-28-38 In and out of town alibis fit like a glove Tell your daddy not to thank us Honey, you're a labor of love We do the bad boy boogie Bad is bad I got my finger in the pie My hand in the cookie jar It's just a lick and a promise In the back seat of my car There's a method to the madness We never kiss and tell Have a drink on the boys We'll entertain you in style We do the bad boy boogie Bad is bad I got my finger in the pie My hand in the cookie jar It's just a lick and a promise In the back seat of my car Bad boy boogie |
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from Motley Crue - Shout At The Devil (1983)
Out go the lights
In goes my Knife Pull out his life Consider that bastard dead Get on your knees Please beg me, please You're the king of sleaze Don't you try to rape me (Chorus) Bastard Consider that bastard dead Bastard Won't get screwed again Whoa! Whoa! Bastard Make it quick, blow off his head Got your neck in the noose I got nothing to loose We're really gonna screw you Consider that bastard dead Quick as a shark Beast has its mark You can't beat the dark Don't you try to rape me (Chorus)(Solo)(Chorus) |
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from Motley Crue - Shout At The Devil (1983)
Out go the lights
In goes my Knife Pull out his life Consider that bastard dead Get on your knees Please beg me, please You're the king of sleaze Don't you try to rape me (Chorus) Bastard Consider that bastard dead Bastard Won't get screwed again Whoa! Whoa! Bastard Make it quick, blow off his head Got your neck in the noose I got nothing to loose We're really gonna screw you Consider that bastard dead Quick as a shark Beast has its mark You can't beat the dark Don't you try to rape me (Chorus)(Solo)(Chorus) |
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from Motley Crue - Music To Crash Your Car To Vol.1 (2007)
Out go the lights
In goes my Knife Pull out his life Consider that bastard dead Get on your knees Please beg me, please You're the king of sleaze Don't you try to rape me (Chorus) Bastard Consider that bastard dead Bastard Won't get screwed again Whoa! Whoa! Bastard Make it quick, blow off his head Got your neck in the noose I got nothing to loose We're really gonna screw you Consider that bastard dead Quick as a shark Beast has its mark You can't beat the dark Don't you try to rape me (Chorus)(Solo)(Chorus) |
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from Motley Crue - Quaternary (1994)
Mick mars: The blues have always been A big part of my life And a major influence on my Guitar playing Guitar heroes such as Jeff Beck, Richie Blackmore On this tune you may hear some of my I hope you enjoy listening to it as much as And Jimi Hendrix to name a few I enjoyed playing it.
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from Motley Crue - Red White & Crue (2005)
I had an out of body experience
The other day, her name was Jesus And for her everyone cried Everyone cried, everyone cried Try her philosophy, try her philosophy Try her philosophy, try You die for her philosophy, die for her philosophy Die her philosophy, die Crossed and terrored ravages of architecture Lend me thy blades We're crossed and terrored ravages of architecture Hoist around the spade Try her philosophy, try her philosophy Try her philosophy, try You die for her philosophy, die for her philosophy Die her philosophy, die, die, die, die Why lie naked on the floor And let the Messiah go through our souls Lie naked on the floor And let the Messiah go all through our souls Die, die, die, die I want to f*** my way to the garden 'Cause everyone needs a mother The following of a Christ, the following of a Christ The following of a Christ, the following of a Christ The falling of Christ, the falling of Christ The falling of Christ, the falling of Christ |
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from Motley Crue - Theatre Of Pain (1985)
Fireflies in dogfights
Runnin' hot in the heat Street noise, another bribe Things too hard to believe--so head out My heart's in the country My feet's in the city with you All my friends are eatin' sushi Talkin' bad about you know who-who-who My tongue's talkin' riddles But I just can't seem to find a clue So I take a swig of whiskey And jump into the saddle with you-you-you And I just can't seem to break the shackles of the city boy blues I got the city boy blues I got the city boy blues I got the city boy blues I got the city boy blues And I just can't seem to break the shackles of the city boy blues Don't look to Jesus to change your seasons It's the American dream Souls of gypsies, road of stone Can't seem to find no peace--so head out And I just can't seem to break the shackles of the city boy blues And I just can't seem to break the shackles of the city boy blues I got the blues, I got the blues, got the city boy blues And I just can't seem to break the shackles of the city boy blues And I just can't seem to break the shackles of the city boy blues And I just can't seem to break the shackles of the city boy blues I got the blues, I got the blues, I got the blues, I got the blues I got the blues, I got the blues, I got the blues, I got the blues |
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from Motley Crue - Theatre Of Pain (1985)
Fireflies and dogfights
Runnin' hot in the heat Street noise, another bribe Things too hard to believe- so head out My heart's in the country My feet's in the city with you All my friends are eatin' sushi Talkin' bad about you know who who who My tongue's talkin' riddles But I just can't seem to find a clue So I take a swig of whiskey And jump into the saddle with you you you And I just can't seem to break the shackles of the city boy blues I got the city boy blues I got the city boy blues I got the city boy blues I got the city boy blues And I just can't seem to break the shackles of the city boy blues Cats in the alley Rats in my snakeskin boots All my neighbors think I'm crazy And my girl thinks I'm losin' my cool cool cool And I just can't seem to break the shackles of the city boy blues I got the city boy blues I got the city boy blues I got the city boy blues I got the city boy blues And I just can't seem to break the shackles of the city boy blues Don't look to Jesus to change your seasons It's the American dream Souls of gypsies, road of stone Can't seem to find no peace so head out And I just can't seem to break the shackles of the city boy blues I got the city boy blues I got the city boy blues I got the city boy blues I got the city boy blues And I just can't seem to break the shackles of the city boy blues I got the blues, I got the blues, I got the blues, I got the blues I got the blues, I got the blues, I got the blues, |
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from Motley Crue - Music To Crash Your Car To Vol.1 (2007)
Fireflies and dogfights Runnin' hot in the heat Street noise, another bribe Things too hard to believe- so head out My heart's in the country My feet's in the city with you All my friends are eatin' sushi Talkin' bad about you know who who who My tongue's talkin' riddles But I just can't seem to find a clue So I take a swig of whiskey And jump into the saddle with you you you And I just can't seem to break the shackles of the city boy blues I got the city boy blues I got the city boy blues I got the city boy blues I got the city boy blues And I just can't seem to break the shackles of the city boy blues Cats in the alley Rats in my snakeskin boots All my neighbors think I'm crazy And my girl thinks I'm losin' my cool cool cool And I just can't seem to break the shackles of the city boy blues I got the city boy blues I got the city boy blues I got the city boy blues I got the city boy blues And I just can't seem to break the shackles of the city boy blues Don't look to Jesus to change your seasons It's the American dream Souls of gypsies, road of stone Can't seem to find no peace so head out And I just can't seem to break the shackles of the city boy blues I got the city boy blues I got the city boy blues I got the city boy blues I got the city boy blues And I just can't seem to break the shackles of the city boy blues I got the blues, I got the blues, I got the blues, I got the blues I got the blues, I got the blues, I got the blues, I got the blues |
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from Motley Crue - Too Fast For Love (1981)
*Took my love
Into overdrive Custom pink Tonight you'll pay the price When she's hot Well, damn she's hot Electric love Like Sandra Dee Should have seen her dance **Come on and dance Come on baby Come on and dance Fast and slick Well she's cool and clean In a pepsi sheen She's a leather tease When she's on top Well, you can't be stopped Watch her scream Watch her suck you clean And you should've seen her dance **Repeat *Repeat **Repeat You should've seen her dance Come--on--and Come on and dance |
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from Motley Crue - Girls, Girls, Girls (1987)
Can't find my doctor
My bones can't take the ache If ya dance with the devil Your day will come to pay Downtown Fuel-injected dreams Are bursting at the seams Am I in Persia Or am I just insane? Downtown, downtown One foot in the grave Such a foolish child For a date with death Sight the dotted line I've been thru hell And I've never goin' back To Dancing on Glass Going way too fast Gonna burn and crash Valentine's in London Found me in the trash Downtown Need one more rush Then I know, I know I'll stop One extra push Last trip to the top Downtown, downtown Silver spoon and needle Witchy tombstone smile I'm no puppet I engrave my veins with style I've been thru hell And I'm never goin' back To dancing one glass Dancin' dancin' Sweet Chiva, you were my Jesus |
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from Motley Crue - Girls, Girls, Girls (1987)
Can't find my doctor My bones can't take this ache If ya dance with the devil Your day will come to pay Downtown Fuel-injected dreams Are busting at the seams Am I in Persia Or am I just insane? Downtown, downtown One foot in the grave Such a foolish child For a date with death Sign the dotted line I've been thru hell And I'm never goin' back To Dancing on Glass Going way too fast Gonna burn and crash Valentine's in London Found me in the trash Downtown Need one more rush Then I know, I know I'll stop One extra push Last trip to the top Downtown, downtown Silver spoon and needle Witchy tombstone smile I'm no puppet I engrave my veins with style I've been thru Hell And I'm never goin' back To dancing on glass Dancin' dancin' Sweet Chiva, you were my Jesus |
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from Motley Crue - Music To Crash Your Car To Vol.1 (2007)
Can't find my doctor My bones can't take this ache If ya dance with the devil Your day will come to pay Downtown Fuel-injected dreams Are busting at the seams Am I in Persia Or am I just insane? Downtown, downtown One foot in the grave Such a foolish child For a date with death Sign the dotted line I've been thru hell And I'm never goin' back To Dancing on Glass Going way too fast Gonna burn and crash Valentine's in London Found me in the trash Downtown Need one more rush Then I know, I know I'll stop One extra push Last trip to the top Downtown, downtown Silver spoon and needle Witchy tombstone smile I'm no puppet I engrave my veins with style I've been thru Hell And I'm never goin' back To dancing on glass Dancin' dancin' Sweet Chiva, you were my Jesus |
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from Motley Crue - Shout At The Devil (1983)
Danger
Had wild dreams Walkin' the streets Hell, we were young Never looked back So we took our dreams Ran like hell Lived our youth From the wishing well Me and the boys Made a pack To live or die No turning back Scarred for life All my best friends died I lost my mind It made me hate I can't escape, I can't escape Pre-chorus: I'm a wildcat A shotgun blast Madman Strong as steel Overkill No more deals Chorus: Danger You're in danger When the boys are around Danger You're in danger And this is my town This is Hollywood I was blind One step from the edge Spin round and round Out of my head Lost in my gin From riches to sin Loose again I've escaped I've escaped Pre chorus: Tattooed lies Distant eyes Hollywood It's been ten long years Tears and fears The end is near Chorus: Solo: Pre-chorus: Chorus: |
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from Motley Crue - Shout At The Devil (1983)
Had wild dreams
Walkin' the streets Hell, we were young Never looked back So we took our dreams Ran like hell Lived our youth From a wishing well Me and the boys Made a pact To love or die No turning back Scarred fr life All my best friends died I lost my mind It made me hate I can't escape, I can't escape I'm a wildcat A shotgun blast Madman Strong as steel Overkill No more deals Danger You're in danger When the boys are around Danger You're in danger And this is my town This is Hollywood I was blind One step from the edge Spin round and round Out of my head Lost in my gin From riches to sin Loose again I've escaped I've escaped Tatooed lies Distant eyes Hollywood It's been ten long years Tears and fears |
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from Motley Crue - Music To Crash Your Car To Vol.1 (2007)
Danger
Had wild dreams Walkin' the streets Hell, we were young Never looked back So we took our dreams Ran like hell Lived our youth From the wishing well Me and the boys Made a pack To live or die No turning back Scarred for life All my best friends died I lost my mind It made me hate I can't escape, I can't escape Pre-chorus: I'm a wildcat A shotgun blast Madman Strong as steel Overkill No more deals Chorus: Danger You're in danger When the boys are around Danger You're in danger And this is my town This is Hollywood I was blind One step from the edge Spin round and round Out of my head Lost in my gin From riches to sin Loose again I've escaped I've escaped Pre chorus: Tattooed lies Distant eyes Hollywood It's been ten long years Tears and fears The end is near Chorus: Solo: Pre-chorus: Chorus: |
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from Motley Crue - Live - Entertainment Or Death [live] (2003)
We could sail away
Or catch a freight train Or a rocketship Into outer space Nothin' left to do Too many things were said To ever make it feel Like yesterday did Seasons must change Separate paths - separate ways If we blame it on anything Let's blame it on the rain I knew it all along I'd have to write this song Too young to fall in love Guess we knew it all along That's alright, that's Okey We were walkin' through some youth Smilin' through some pain That's alright, that's Okey Let's turn the page My friends called today Down from L.A. They were shooting pool all night Sleeping half the day They said I could crash If I could find my own way I told them you were leaving On a bus to go away That's alright, that's Okey We were two kids in love Trying to find our way That's alright, that's Okey Held our dreams in our hands Let our minds run away That's alright, that's Okey We were walkin' through some youth Smilin' through some pain That's alright, let's turn the page And remember what I say girl And it goes this way: Girl, don't go away mad Girl, just go away! |
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from Motley Crue - Red White & Crue (2005)
We could sail away
Or catch a freight train Or a rocketship Into outer space Nothin' left to do Too many things were said To ever make it feel Like yesterday did Seasons must change Separate paths - separate ways If we blame it on anything Let's blame it on the rain I knew it all along I'd have to write this song Too young to fall in love Guess we knew it all along That's alright, that's Okey We were walkin' through some youth Smilin' through some pain That's alright, that's Okey Let's turn the page My friends called today Down from L.A. They were shooting pool all night Sleeping half the day They said I could crash If I could find my own way I told them you were leaving On a bus to go away That's alright, that's Okey We were two kids in love Trying to find our way That's alright, that's Okey Held our dreams in our hands Let our minds run away That's alright, that's Okey We were walkin' through some youth Smilin' through some pain That's alright, let's turn the page And remember what I say girl And it goes this way: Girl, don't go away mad Girl, just go away! |
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from Motley Crue - New Tattoo (2000)
Rat-tailed Jimmy is a second hand hod
He deals out in Hollywood Got a '65 Chevy, primered flames Traded for some powdered goods Jigsaw Jimmy he's runnin' a gang But I hear he's doin' ok Got a cozy little job, sells the Mexican Mob Packages of canycaine He's the one they call Dr. Feelgood He's the one that makes ya feel alright He's the one they call Dr. Feelgood Cops on the corner always ignore Somobody's getting paid Jimmy's got it wired, law's for hire Got it made in the shade Got a little hideaway, does business all day But at night he'll always be found Selling sugar to the sweet People on the street Call this Jimmy's town He's the one they call Dr. Feelgood He's the one that makes ya feel alright He's the one they call Dr. Feelgood He's gonna be your Frankenstein I've got one thing you'll understand He's not what you'd call a glamorous man Got one thing that's easily understood He's the one they call Dr. Feelgood He'll tell you he's the king Of these Barrio streets Moving up to Shangri-La Came by his wealth as a matter of luck Says he never broke no law Two time loser running out of juice Time to move out quick Heard a rumor going round Jimmy's going down This time it's gonna stick He's the one they call Dr. Feelgood He's the one that makes ya feel alright He's the one they call Dr. Feelgood He's gonna be your Frankenstein Let him soothe your soul, just take his hand Some people call him an evil man Let him introduce himself real good He's the only one they call "Feelgood" |
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from Motley Crue - Live - Entertainment Or Death [live] (2003)
Rat-tailed Jimmy is a second hand hod
He deals out in Hollywood Got a '65 Chevy, primered flames Traded for some powdered goods Jigsaw Jimmy he's runnin' a gang But I hear he's doin' ok Got a cozy little job, sells the Mexican Mob Packages of canycaine He's the one they call Dr. Feelgood He's the one that makes ya feel alright He's the one they call Dr. Feelgood Cops on the corner always ignore Somobody's getting paid Jimmy's got it wired, law's for hire Got it made in the shade Got a little hideaway, does business all day But at night he'll always be found Selling sugar to the sweet People on the street Call this Jimmy's town He's the one they call Dr. Feelgood He's the one that makes ya feel alright He's the one they call Dr. Feelgood He's gonna be your Frankenstein I've got one thing you'll understand He's not what you'd call a glamorous man Got one thing that's easily understood He's the one they call Dr. Feelgood He'll tell you he's the king Of these Barrio streets Moving up to Shangri-La Came by his wealth as a matter of luck Says he never broke no law Two time loser running out of juice Time to move out quick Heard a rumor going round Jimmy's going down This time it's gonna stick He's the one they call Dr. Feelgood He's the one that makes ya feel alright He's the one they call Dr. Feelgood He's gonna be your Frankenstein Let him soothe your soul, just take his hand Some people call him an evil man Let him introduce himself real good He's the only one they call "Feelgood" |
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from Motley Crue - Dr. Feelgood (1989)
Rat-tailed Jimmy is a second hand hod
He deals out in Hollywood Got a '65 Chevy, primered flames Traded for some powdered goods Jigsaw Jimmy he's runnin' a gang But I hear he's doin' ok Got a cozy little job, sells the Mexican Mob Packages of canycaine He's the one they call Dr. Feelgood He's the one that makes ya feel alright He's the one they call Dr. Feelgood Cops on the corner always ignore Somobody's getting paid Jimmy's got it wired, law's for hire Got it made in the shade Got a little hideaway, does business all day But at night he'll always be found Selling sugar to the sweet People on the street Call this Jimmy's town He's the one they call Dr. Feelgood He's the one that makes ya feel alright He's the one they call Dr. Feelgood He's gonna be your Frankenstein I've got one thing you'll understand He's not what you'd call a glamorous man Got one thing that's easily understood He's the one they call Dr. Feelgood He'll tell you he's the king Of these Barrio streets Moving up to Shangri-La Came by his wealth as a matter of luck Says he never broke no law Two time loser running out of juice Time to move out quick Heard a rumor going round Jimmy's going down This time it's gonna stick He's the one they call Dr. Feelgood He's the one that makes ya feel alright He's the one they call Dr. Feelgood He's gonna be your Frankenstein Let him soothe your soul, just take his hand Some people call him an evil man Let him introduce himself real good He's the only one they call "Feelgood" |
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from Motley Crue - Dr. Feelgood (1989)
Rat-tailed Jimmy is a second hand hood
Deals out in Hollywood Got a '65 Chevy, primered flames Traded for some powdered goods Jigsaw Jimmy He's runnin' a gang But I hear he's doin' o.k. Got a cozy little job, sells the Mexican mob Packages of candycaine He's the one they call Dr. Feelgood He's the one that makes ya feel alright He's the one they call Dr. Feelgood Cops on the corner always ignored Somebody's getting paid Jimmy's got it wired, law's for hire Got it made in the shade Got a little hideaway, does business all day But at night he'll always be found Selling sugar to the sweet People on the street Call this Jimmy's town He's the one they call Dr. Feelgood He's the one that makes ya feel alright He's the one they call Dr. Feelgood He's gonna be your Frankenstein I've got one thing you'll understand (Dr. Feelgood) He's not what you'd call a glamorous man (Dr. Feelgood) Got one thing that's easily understood (Dr. Feelgood) He's the one they call Dr. Feelgood He'll tell you he's the king Of thes barrio streets Moving up to shangri-la Came by his wealth as a matter of luck Says he never broke no law Two time loser running out of juice Time to move out quick Heard a rumour going round Jimmy's going down This time it's gonna stick He's the one they call Dr. Feelgood He's the one that makes ya feel alright He's the one they call Dr. Feelgood He's gonna be your Frankenstein Let him soothe your soul, just take his hand (Dr. Feelgood) Some people call him an evil man (Dr. Feelgood) Let him introduce himself real good (Dr. Feelgood) He's the only one they call Feelgood I've got one thing you'll understand (Dr. Feelgood) He's not what you'd call a glamorous man Got one thing that's easily understood (Dr. Feelgood) He's the one they call Dr. Feelgood Dr. Feelgood (Dr. Feelgood) Dr. Feelgood (Dr. Feelgood) Dr. Feelgood (Dr. Feelgood) |
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from Motley Crue - Carnival Of Sins Live (2006)
Rat-tailed Jimmy is a second hand hood
Deals out in Hollywood Got a '65 Chevy, primered flames Traded for some powdered goods Jigsaw Jimmy He's runnin' a gang But I hear he's doin' o.k. Got a cozy little job, sells the Mexican mob Packages of candycaine He's the one they call Dr. Feelgood He's the one that makes ya feel alright He's the one they call Dr. Feelgood Cops on the corner always ignored Somebody's getting paid Jimmy's got it wired, law's for hire Got it made in the shade Got a little hideaway, does business all day But at night he'll always be found Selling sugar to the sweet People on the street Call this Jimmy's town He's the one they call Dr. Feelgood He's the one that makes ya feel alright He's the one they call Dr. Feelgood He's gonna be your Frankenstein I've got one thing you'll understand (Dr. Feelgood) He's not what you'd call a glamorous man (Dr. Feelgood) Got one thing that's easily understood (Dr. Feelgood) He's the one they call Dr. Feelgood He'll tell you he's the king Of thes barrio streets Moving up to shangri-la Came by his wealth as a matter of luck Says he never broke no law Two time loser running out of juice Time to move out quick Heard a rumour going round Jimmy's going down This time it's gonna stick He's the one they call Dr. Feelgood He's the one that makes ya feel alright He's the one they call Dr. Feelgood He's gonna be your Frankenstein Let him soothe your soul, just take his hand (Dr. Feelgood) Some people call him an evil man (Dr. Feelgood) Let him introduce himself real good (Dr. Feelgood) He's the only one they call Feelgood I've got one thing you'll understand (Dr. Feelgood) He's not what you'd call a glamorous man Got one thing that's easily understood (Dr. Feelgood) He's the one they call Dr. Feelgood Dr. Feelgood (Dr. Feelgood) Dr. Feelgood (Dr. Feelgood) Dr. Feelgood (Dr. Feelgood) |
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from Motley Crue - New Tattoo (2000)
Jailbait playmate
Freak show masturbate Fuel inject carburete Underage penetrate Mama take me home tonight Mama take me Home Dragstrip, she's a superstar She's got a tight fit, She's gonna make it far Dragstrip, she's so supercharged She's got loose lips, she's a superstar Superstar Black cat cabaret Dancin down the alleyway Doomsday runaway Money shaker on display Mama take me home tonight Mama take me Home Does your daddy know now What you show and tell now Does he wish you well On your trip through hell Can't run away on the runway |
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from Motley Crue - Motley Crue (1994)
Look inside the mirror, but I don't know who I see. Smoke another cigarette, a smile holds back the tears. These contradictions seem to be the story of my life. A simple man with memories of those long lost golden days. I close my eyes and slowly driftaway. Misaway, yeah. Never thought I'd make it just from playin my guitar. Just a little smile always shelters me from pain. Every time I start to slide, I wish upon a star. The sun comes out and dries up all the rain. I'm an honest man who refused the shade on a hot and lonely day. I close my eyes and dream my life away. Now I know that I can stop the rain. Close my eyes and slowly driftaway. Close my eyes and dream my life away. Close my eyes and slowly driftaway. Mistakes I've made remind me of the roads I shouldn't choose. Never comes that easy when you've nothing left to lose. I can't see the answers, tell me why am I so blind? A tired man, I'll make the best of another lonely day. I close my eyes and slowly driftaway. Misaway, yeah. Never thought I'd make it just from playin my guitar. Just a little smile always shelters me from pain. Every time I start to slide, I wish upon a star. The sun comes out and dries up all the rain. I'm an honest man who refused the shade on a hot and lonely day. I close my eyes and dream my life away. Now I know that I can stop the rain. Close my eyes and slowly driftaway. Close my eyes and dream my life away. Close my eyes and slowly driftaway. |
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from Motley Crue - Motley Crue (1994)
Look inside the mirror
But I don't know who I see Smoke another cigarette A smile holds back the tears These contradictions Seem to be the story of my life A simple man with memories Of those long lost golden days I close my eyes and slowly driftaway Mistakes I've made remind me Of the roads I shouldn't choose Never comes that easy When you've nothing left to lose I can't see the answers Tell me why am I so blind? A tired man who'll make the best Of another lonely day I close my eyes and slowly driftaway Never thought I'd make it Just from playin' my guitar Just a little smile Always shelters me from pain Everytime I start to slide I wish upon a star The sun comes out And dries up all the rain I'm an honest man Who refused the shade On a hot and lonely day I close my eyes and dream my life away Now I know that I can stop the rain Close my eyes and slowly driftaway |
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from Motley Crue - Motley Crue (1994)
A war zone in the streets
It's anarchy and siege We hope it goes away Graffiti on the walls in modern Babylon Nothing left to save Feel the rebel's heed Revolution undermines belief My eyes have seen this shit before We're barely hangin' by the skin of our teeth We've all raped it The future's wasted We can't save it now We're droppin' like flies Bye, bye, your droppin' like flies Hate is growing fast In a haze cloud of crack But it helps us fade away Some inner city queen french kisses his disease With one foot in the grave And the junkyard we call home Is primed and ready for another war My, my, my, the children have no chance These eyes have seen this all go down before We've all raped it The future's wasted Can we take it? Is nothing sacred? We can't save it now Woke up late in a fresh dug grave With a conscience on my brain I'm not here to save your world But mine won't stay the same We're droppin' like flies Bye, bye, your droppin' like flies |
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from Motley Crue - Motley Crue (1994)
A war zone in the streets, it's anarchy and siege. We hope it goes away, graffition the walls in modern Babylon, nothing left to save. Oo, feel the rebels heed. Revolution undermines belief. My eyes have seen this shit before. We're barely hangin' by the skin of our teeth. We've all raped it, the future's wasted. We can't save it now. Oh, we're droppin; like flies. Bye, bye. You're droppin' like flies. Hate is growing fast in a hazy cloud of crack, but it helps us fade away. Some inner city queen French kisses his disease with one foot in the grave. Oh, and this junkyard we call home is primed and ready for another war. My, my, my, the children have no chance and these eyes have seen this all go down before. We've all raped it, the future's wasted. Can we take it? Is nothing sacred? We can't save it now, yeah. I woke up late in a fresh dug grave with a conscience in my brain. I'm not here to save your world, but mine won't stay the same. Oh, my, my, we're droppin' like flies. Bye, bye, bye bye. You're droppin like flies. We've all raped it, the future's wasted. We can't save it. Can you face it? Selfish livin' selfish love. Can you face it. Can you face it, my son? Oh, my son, yeah. Hey! |
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from Motley Crue - New Tattoo (2000)
Spent a million dollars on amphetamines
Crashed a lot of cars Fucked all the stupid stars in Hollywood Because I could, because we could So you loved to hate us in your private jets Funny how you bitched and moaned 'Cause you got fat and rich And when I'm dead All you'll put on my headstone is that I'm so fake I'm a dirty little bastard Fake I was always so plastered Fake So you say it's true Fake I'm a dirty little whore Fake I'm everything and more Looks like I'm fake Just like just like you 40 million records and going strong Never won a Grammy Still won't play along in Hollywood Like we should (chorus) My diamond rings and cocaine binges All strung out on your syringes Sold my soul while you sold records I have been your slave forever What are you fat cats doing anyway? Take our money and flush it down the drain You're so fake You're a dirty little bastard Fake You're always so plastered Fake So you say it's true Looks like I'm a fake like you Fake You're a dirty little whore Fake You're always such a bore Fake So you say it's true Looks like I'm a fake like you |
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from Motley Crue - Quaternary (1994)
All these years An angry child Broken, shattered Torn inside Father Where were you? Where were... I feel old I feel dead Barely hangin' By a thread Father Where were you? Where were... To my father How could you run? You walked away Abandoned your son Broke my heart Left me dyin' So fucked up Where I came from What's a father without a son? It's like a bullet without a gun I live to die, I'll fly away You're the knife and I'm the prey But you're dead, so fucking dead We all gotta die, so fucking die I love you Daddy |
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from Motley Crue - Theatre Of Pain (1985)
Can't break the chains
Can't solve the pain Can't rhyme problem with reason Not taking sides Just asking why Does the pain eat the children Who wrote the Bible Who set the laws Are we left to history's flaws And if you're out there Then let me hear (hey) And take a look in the mirror Fight fight for your rights Fight fight for your rights Can't name no names Of who's to blame For cries out in the sky We're all slaves to time No color's right Throw our hate into the fire Martin Luther Brought the truth The color of our blood's the same So break the chains And solve the pains And we all become one race Fight fight for your rights Fight fight for your rights Oh, people, people Is the scar too deep You can't hold a man's soul By the color of his keys A tear of blood runs from my eye But somehow I can never Make you...cry... |
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from Motley Crue - Music To Crash Your Car To Vol.1 (2007)
Can't break the chains Can't solve the pain Can't rhyme problem with reason Not taking sides Just asking why Does the pain eat the children Who wrote the Bible Who set the laws Are we left to history's flaws And if you're out there Then let me hear (hey) And take a look in the mirror Fight fight for your rights Fight fight for your rights Can't name no names Of who's to blame For cries out in the sky We're all slaves to time No color's right Throw our hate into the fire Martin Luther Brought the truth The color of our blood's the same So break the chains And solve the pains And we all become one race Fight fight for your rights Fight fight for your rights Oh people people Is the scar too deep You can't hold a man's soul By the color of his keys A tear o' blood runs from my eye But somehow I can never Make you...cry... |
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from Motley Crue - Girls, Girls, Girls (1987)
Uptown downtown
Haven't seen your face around Paper said you shot a man Trigger happy punk down in Chinatown You're five years dead Sexy Sue from Hong Kong Asked around right or wrong Outa town change your name Or ya get five years with a ball and chain You're five years dead You're life's on a steady tilt I stand around and watch you wilt Lose or win, never mattered--mattered to you They always said you'd fall apart I took the bet, but I missed the mark The kid was bad--bad from the start Left, right, up and down Same old runaround Neighborhood professional Your ass is runnin' into the ground You're five years dead Uptown downtown Haven't seen your face around Paper said you shot a man Trigger happy punk down in Chinatown You're five years dead |
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from Motley Crue - Girls, Girls, Girls (1987)
Uptown downtown Haven't seen your face around Paper said you shot a man Trigger happy punk down in Chinatown You're five years dead Sexy Sue from Hong Kong Asked around right or wrong Outa town change your name Or ya get five years with a ball and chain You're five years dead Your life's on a steady tilt I stand around and watch you wilt Lose or win, never mattered-mattered to you They always said you'd fall apart I took the bet, but I missed the mark The kid was bad-bad from the start Left, right, up and down Same old runaround Neighborhood professional Your ass is runnin' into the ground You're five years dead Uptown downtown Haven't seen your face around Paper said you shot a man Trigger happy punk down in Chinatown You're five years dead |
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from Motley Crue - Music To Crash Your Car To Vol.1 (2007)
Uptown downtown Haven't seen your face around Paper said you shot a man Trigger happy punk down in Chinatown You're five years dead Sexy Sue from Hong Kong Asked around right or wrong Outa town change your name Or ya get five years with a ball and chain You're five years dead Your life's on a steady tilt I stand around and watch you wilt Lose or win, never mattered-mattered to you They always said you'd fall apart I took the bet, but I missed the mark The kid was bad-bad from the start Left, right, up and down Same old runaround Neighborhood professional Your ass is runnin' into the ground You're five years dead Uptown downtown Haven't seen your face around Paper said you shot a man Trigger happy punk down in Chinatown You're five years dead |
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from Motley Crue - Dr. Feelgood (1989)
I saw a girl, she was walking down the street
She was sellin' Holy Bible, lordy She was lookin' at me. yeah She said you know, boy, I can save your soul For a price I'll have you knockin' on heavens door But I, Get it for free She said, invest in the lord and you'll invest in me I said I, I get it for free I, I, I, I get it for free Done gone, but I forgot For got what she was selling I really took me something back How to get to heaven, But I, I get it for free I got an angel in the back and she gives it to me Well I, I Get it for free I, I, I, I get it for free Come on back when you have something to sell That I don't already have Maybe you'll come back when my old lady Is out of town Then I'll take you straight to heaven I, well I get it for free Well I, I, I' I want it for free I, I get it for free I, I, I, I get it for free Well I'm not asking I, I take it for free I, I, I, I get it for free I said I, I get it for free I said I, I, I, I get it for free I, I, I, I get it for free I said I, |
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from Motley Crue - Girls, Girls, Girls (1987)
Friday night and I need a fight
My motorcycle and a switchblade knife Handful of grease in my hair feels right But what I need to get me tight are Girls, Girls, Girls Long legs and burgundy lips Girls, Dancin' down on the Sunset Strip Girls Red lips, fingertips Trick or treat--sweet to eat On Halloween and New Year's Eve Yankee girls ya just can't be beat But you're the best when you're off their feet Girls, Girls, Girls At the dollhouse in Ft. Lauderdale Girls, Girls, Girls Rocking in Atlanta at Tattletails Girls, Girls, Girls Raising Hell at the 7th Veil Have you read the news In the Soho Tribune Ya know she did me Well then she broke my heart I'm such a good good boy I just need a new toy I tell ya what, girl Dance for me, Ill keep you overemployed Just tell me a story You know the one I mean Crazy Horse, Paris, France Forget the names, remember romance I got the photos, a m?age ?trois Musta broke those Frenchies laws with those Girls, Girls, Girls Body Shop, Marble Arch Girls, Girls, Girls Tropicana's where I lost my heart Girls, Girls, Girls |
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from Motley Crue - Girls, Girls, Girls (1987)
Friday night and I need a fight
My motorcycle and a switchblade knife Handful of grease in my hair feels right But what I need to make me tight are Girls, Girls, Girls Long legs and burgundy lips Girls, Dancin' down on Sunset Strip Girls Red lips, fingertips Trick or treat-sweet to eat On Halloween and New Year's Eve Yankee girls ya just can't beat But they're the best when they're off their feet Girls, Girls, Girls At the Dollhouse in Ft. Lauderdale Girls, Girls. Girls Rocking in Atlanta at Tattletails Girls, Girls, Girls Raising Hell at the 7th Veil Have you read the news In the Soho Tribune Ya know she did me Well then she broke my heart I'm such a good good boy I just need e new toy I tell ya what, girl Dance for me, I'll keep you overemployed Just tell me a story You know the one I mean Crazy Horse, Paris, France Forget the names, remember romance I got the photos, a menage a trois Musta broke those Frenchies laws with those Girls, Girls. Girls Body Shop. Marble Arch Girls, Girls, Girls Tropicana's where I lost my heart Girls, Girls, Girls |
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from Motley Crue - Girls, Girls, Girls (1987)
Friday night and I need a fight
My motorcycle and a switchblade knife Handful of grease in my hair feels right But what I need to make me tight are Girls, Girls, Girls Long legs and burgundy lips Girls, Dancin' down on Sunset Strip Girls Red lips, fingertips Trick or treat-sweet to eat On Halloween and New Year's Eve Yankee girls ya just can't beat But they're the best when they're off their feet Girls, Girls, Girls At the Dollhouse in Ft. Lauderdale Girls, Girls. Girls Rocking in Atlanta at Tattletails Girls, Girls, Girls Raising Hell at the 7th Veil Have you read the news In the Soho Tribune Ya know she did me Well then she broke my heart I'm such a good good boy I just need e new toy I tell ya what, girl Dance for me, I'll keep you overemployed Just tell me a story You know the one I mean Crazy Horse, Paris, France Forget the names, remember romance I got the photos, a menage a trois Musta broke those Frenchies laws with those Girls, Girls. Girls Body Shop. Marble Arch Girls, Girls, Girls Tropicana's where I lost my heart Girls, Girls, Girls |
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from Motley Crue - Girls, Girls, Girls (1987)
Friday night and I need a fight
My motorcycle and a switchblade knife Handful of grease in my hair feels right But what I need to make me tight are Girls, Girls, Girls Long legs and burgundy lips Girls, Dancin' down on Sunset Strip Girls Red lips, fingertips Trick or treat-sweet to eat On Halloween and New Year's Eve Yankee girls ya just can't beat But they're the best when they're off their feet Girls, Girls, Girls At the Dollhouse in Ft. Lauderdale Girls, Girls. Girls Rocking in Atlanta at Tattletails Girls, Girls, Girls Raising Hell at the 7th Veil Have you read the news In the Soho Tribune Ya know she did me Well then she broke my heart I'm such a good good boy I just need e new toy I tell ya what, girl Dance for me, I'll keep you overemployed Just tell me a story You know the one I mean Crazy Horse, Paris, France Forget the names, remember romance I got the photos, a menage a trois Musta broke those Frenchies laws with those Girls, Girls. Girls Body Shop. Marble Arch Girls, Girls, Girls Tropicana's where I lost my heart Girls, Girls, Girls |
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from Motley Crue - Live - Entertainment Or Death [live] (2003)
Friday night and I need a fight
My motorcycle and a switchblade knife Handful of grease in my hair feels right But what I need to make me tight are Girls, Girls, Girls Long legs and burgundy lips Girls, Dancin' down on Sunset Strip Girls Red lips, fingertips Trick or treat-sweet to eat On Halloween and New Year's Eve Yankee girls ya just can't beat But they're the best when they're off their feet Girls, Girls, Girls At the Dollhouse in Ft. Lauderdale Girls, Girls. Girls Rocking in Atlanta at Tattletails Girls, Girls, Girls Raising Hell at the 7th Veil Have you read the news In the Soho Tribune Ya know she did me Well then she broke my heart I'm such a good good boy I just need e new toy I tell ya what, girl Dance for me, I'll keep you overemployed Just tell me a story You know the one I mean Crazy Horse, Paris, France Forget the names, remember romance I got the photos, a menage a trois Musta broke those Frenchies laws with those Girls, Girls. Girls Body Shop. Marble Arch Girls, Girls, Girls Tropicana's where I lost my heart Girls, Girls, Girls |
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from Motley Crue - Red White & Crue (2005)
Friday night and I need a fight
My motorcycle and a switchblade knife Handful of grease in my hair feels right But what I need to make me tight are Girls, Girls, Girls Long legs and burgundy lips Girls, Dancin' down on Sunset Strip Girls Red lips, fingertips Trick or treat-sweet to eat On Halloween and New Year's Eve Yankee girls ya just can't beat But they're the best when they're off their feet Girls, Girls, Girls At the Dollhouse in Ft. Lauderdale Girls, Girls. Girls Rocking in Atlanta at Tattletails Girls, Girls, Girls Raising Hell at the 7th Veil Have you read the news In the Soho Tribune Ya know she did me Well then she broke my heart I'm such a good good boy I just need e new toy I tell ya what, girl Dance for me, I'll keep you overemployed Just tell me a story You know the one I mean Crazy Horse, Paris, France Forget the names, remember romance I got the photos, a menage a trois Musta broke those Frenchies laws with those Girls, Girls. Girls Body Shop. Marble Arch Girls, Girls, Girls Tropicana's where I lost my heart Girls, Girls, Girls |
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from Motley Crue - Carnival Of Sins Live (2006)
Friday night and I need a fight
My motorcycle and a switchblade knife Handful of grease in my hair feels right But what I need to make me tight are those Girls, girls, girls Long legs and burgundy lips Girls, girls, girls Dancin' down on Sunset Strip Girls, girls, girls Red lips, fingertips Trick or treat, sweet to eat On Halloween and New Year's Eve Yankee girls, you just can't be beat But you're the best when you're off your feet Girls, girls, girls At the Dollhouse in Fort Lauderdale Girls, girls, girls Rocking in Atlanta at Tattletails Girls, girls, girls Raising hell at the Seventh Veil Have you read the news In the Soho Tribune? Ya know she did me Well, then she broke my heart I'm such a good good boy I just need a new toy I tell you what, girl Dance for me I'll keep you overemployed Just tell me a story You know the one I mean Crazy Horse, Paris, France Forgot the names, remember romance I got the photos, a menage a trois Musta broke those French's laws with those Girls, girls, girls At the Body Shop and the Marble Arch Girls, girls, girls Tropicana's where I lost my heart Girls, girls, girls Vince: Hey Tommy, check that out, man! Tommy: What Vince? Where? Vince: Right there, man! Hey baby, you wanna go somewhere? Girls, girls, girls Girls, girls, girls Girls, girls, girls Girls, girls, girls |
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from Motley Crue - Music To Crash Your Car To Vol.1 (2007)
Friday night and I need a fight
My motorcycle and a switchblade knife Handful of grease in my hair feels right But what I need to make me tight are Girls, Girls, Girls Long legs and burgundy lips Girls, Dancin' down on Sunset Strip Girls Red lips, fingertips Trick or treat-sweet to eat On Halloween and New Year's Eve Yankee girls ya just can't beat But they're the best when they're off their feet Girls, Girls, Girls At the Dollhouse in Ft. Lauderdale Girls, Girls. Girls Rocking in Atlanta at Tattletails Girls, Girls, Girls Raising Hell at the 7th Veil Have you read the news In the Soho Tribune Ya know she did me Well then she broke my heart I'm such a good good boy I just need e new toy I tell ya what, girl Dance for me, I'll keep you overemployed Just tell me a story You know the one I mean Crazy Horse, Paris, France Forget the names, remember romance I got the photos, a menage a trois Musta broke those Frenchies laws with those Girls, Girls. Girls Body Shop. Marble Arch Girls, Girls, Girls Tropicana's where I lost my heart Girls, Girls, Girls |
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from Motley Crue - Carnival Of Sins Live (2006)
when we make love it's hard to tell if you're dreamin' of me or someone else
that drunken kiss seems like alie don't say it's forever and then say goodbye glitter, don't ya leave me, please, believe me I only want your love glitter, you're my lover, i'll have noother girl I only need your love when mornin' comes and the sun shines bright you gonna need someone - someone to treat you right so don't walk out when you wake up let's give it a chance girl - let's give it ashot, give it ashot now glitter, don't deceive me, gotta believe me only need your love glitter, there's no other, you're beautiful I only want you this is fine for now, but maybe, let's make a baby inside of you it's just the time, we gotta find, iwant your name on my tattoo you blow my mind, so tell me, I wanna know glitter shines forever, forever an' ever I only need your love glitter, lay your head down here i'll always be so near I only want your love herecomes the hereit comes there goes the there it goes here comes our love again through the window out I only want your love there goes the there it goes here comes the here it comes there goes our love again out |
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from Motley Crue - Quaternary (1994)
Act like Jesus crucified again. These four wall are closing in. Who and what do you think you are, a rich mother fucker in a fancy car? Concrete jackel suckin' on the past, goldcard junkie kissin money's ass. You're the monkey on my back and it's time for you to go. Hammered. You're more harm than my old vice and I don't want to know. Hey, Hey, you're hammer, hammer poor. Now you're feelin low, tired and beaten. Bring you some blades and daggers, pierce your soul. Hell, ain't livin' six feet in the hole. Get down on your knees in Hollywood time to Kiss some, some ass. Hey, Mr. big time Hollywood, tell your story walkin' if you think you could. Your money's runnin' low from your cocaine whores, nothin' but a rat scratchin' at my door. Hey, now I've said all I'm gonna say. time will judge, see who fades away. You're the monkey on my back and it's time for you to go. Hammered. You're more harm than my old vice and I don't want to know. Hey, Hey, you're hammer, hammer poor. Now you're feelin low, tired and beaten. Bring you some blades and daggers, pierce your soul. Hell, ain't livin' six feet in the hole. Get down on your knees in Hollywood time to Kiss some, some ass. |
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from Motley Crue - Motley Crue (1994)
Act like Jesus crucified again. These four wall are closing in. Who and what do you think you are, a rich mother fucker in a fancy car? Concrete jackel suckin' on the past, goldcard junkie kissin money's ass. You're the monkey on my back and it's time for you to go. Hammered. You're more harm than my old vice and I don't want to know. Hey, Hey, you're hammer, hammer poor. Now you're feelin low, tired and beaten. Bring you some blades and daggers, pierce your soul. Hell, ain't livin' six feet in the hole. Get down on your knees in Hollywood time to Kiss some, some ass. Hey, Mr. big time Hollywood, tell your story walkin' if you think you could. Your money's runnin' low from your cocaine whores, nothin' but a rat scratchin' at my door. Hey, now I've said all I'm gonna say. time will judge, see who fades away. You're the monkey on my back and it's time for you to go. Hammered. You're more harm than my old vice and I don't want to know. Hey, Hey, you're hammer, hammer poor. Now you're feelin low, tired and beaten. Bring you some blades and daggers, pierce your soul. Hell, ain't livin' six feet in the hole. Get down on your knees in Hollywood time to Kiss some, some ass. |
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from Motley Crue - Motley Crue (1994)
Act like Jesus crucified again
These four walls are closing in Who and what do you think you are A rich mother-fucker in a fancy car? Concrete jackal sucking on the past Gold card junkie kissin' money's ass * You're the monkey on my back And it's time for you to go Hammered! You're more harm than my advice And I don't wanna know Hey, Mr. Big Time Hollywood Tell your story walkin' If you think you could Your money's runnin' low On your cocaine whores Nothin' but a rat scratchin' at my door Now I've said all I'm gonna say Times will judge, see who fades away * Repeat Now you're feelin' low, tired, and beaten Razor blades and daggers pierce your soul You're six feet in the hole Get down on your knees in Hollywood Time to kiss some ass You're the monkey on my back And it's time for you to go Hammered! |
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from Motley Crue - New Tattoo (2000)
Bashful Betty such a bondage brat
Dressed in latex and coated in sewer rats A serpents tounge, calculating mind Gets top dollar for the hip shake divine Look to the sky There's no rain in sight Better wear your rubber boys If Betty is your date tonight My honey, it's how ya makin' money Boys call ya Hell on high heels My baby, the way you walk it talk it Town calls ya Hell on high heels Sexy suki little geisha girl Giving every samurai a twirl An HIV, VIP Backseat panties down around her knees She ain't got no money Can’t pay her rent It’s a sunny day now baby Every night on her back that's spent My honey, it's how ya makin' money Boys call ya Hell on high heels My baby, the way you walk it talk it Town calls ya Hell on high heels My honey, it's how ya makin' money Boys call ya Hell on high heels My baby, the way you walk it talk it Town calls ya Hell on high heels Wow! My honey, it's how ya makin' money Boys call ya Hell on high heels My baby, the way you walk it talk it Town calls ya Hell on high heels My honey, it's how ya makin' money Boys call ya Hell on high heels My baby, the way you walk it talk it (walk it, talk it) Town calls ya (Hell on high, high, high heels) My honey, it's how ya makin' money Boys call ya Hell on high heels Wow! My baby, the way you walk it talk it Walk it, talk it oh yeah! Town calls ya Hell on high heels My honey, it's how ya makin' money Boys call ya Hell on high heels (Hell on high, high, high heels) My baby, the way you walk it talk it Boys calls ya Hell on high heels Oh baby nice shoes. |
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from Motley Crue - New Tattoo (2000)
Bashful Betty, such a bondage brat
Dressed in latex and coated in sewer rat A serpent's tongue calculating mind Gets top billing for her hip shake divine Look to the sky No rain in sight Better wear your rubber boys If Betty is your date tonight Honey, it's how ya makin money Boys call ya Hell on high heels Baby, the way ya walk it talk it Town calls ya Hell on high heels Sexy Suki, little geisha girl Given every samurai a twirl An HIV V.I.P. Backseat panties down around her knees She's got no money Can't pay the rent it's a sunny day now baby Every night on her back that's spent Honey, it's how ya makin money Boys call ya Hell on high heels Baby, the way ya walk it talk it Town calls ya Hell on high heels Honey, it's how ya makin money Boys call ya Hell on high heels Baby, the way ya walk it talk it Town calls ya Hell on high heels Honey, it's how ya makin money Boys call ya Hell on high heels Baby, the way ya walk it talk it Town calls ya Hell on high heels Honey, it's how ya makin money Boys call ya Hell on high heels Baby, the way ya walk it talk it Town calls ya Hell on high heels |
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from Motley Crue - Shout At The Devil (1983)
When I get to the bottom
I go back to the top of the slide I get to the top And I go for a ride I get to the bottom And I do it again Well, I do it again Do you or don't you Want me to love you I'm comin' down fast But I'm miles above you Well tell me, come on man Tell me the answer You may be a lover But you ain't no dancer Helter Skelter (repeat) Do you or don't you Want me to make you I'm comin' down fast But don't let me break you Oh tell me, come on man Tell me the answer You may be a lover But you ain't no dancer No Oh yeah, come on Turn on the power Now I'm comin' down on you It's helter skelter |
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from Motley Crue - Shout At The Devil (1983)
(1)
When I get to the bottom I go back to the top of the slide I get to the top And I go for a ride I get to the bottom And I do it again Well, I do it again (2) Do you or don't you Want me to love you I'm comin' down fast But I'm miles above you Well tell me, come on man Tell me the answer You may be a lover But you ain't no dancer (Chorus) Helter Skelter (repeat) Do you or don't you Want me to make you I'm comin' down fast But don't let me break you (Pre-Chorus) Oh tell me, come on man Tell me the answer You may be a lover But you ain't no dancer No (Chorus) Oh yeah, come on Turn on the power (1)(2)(Pre-chorus)(Chorus) Now I'm comin' down on you It's helter skelter |
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from Motley Crue - Live - Entertainment Or Death [live] (2003)
(1)
When I get to the bottom I go back to the top of the slide I get to the top And I go for a ride I get to the bottom And I do it again Well, I do it again (2) Do you or don't you Want me to love you I'm comin' down fast But I'm miles above you Well tell me, come on man Tell me the answer You may be a lover But you ain't no dancer (Chorus) Helter Skelter (repeat) Do you or don't you Want me to make you I'm comin' down fast But don't let me break you (Pre-Chorus) Oh tell me, come on man Tell me the answer You may be a lover But you ain't no dancer No (Chorus) Oh yeah, come on Turn on the power (1)(2)(Pre-chorus)(Chorus) Now I'm comin' down on you It's helter skelter |
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from Motley Crue - Red White & Crue (2005)
(1)
When I get to the bottom I go back to the top of the slide I get to the top And I go for a ride I get to the bottom And I do it again Well, I do it again (2) Do you or don't you Want me to love you I'm comin' down fast But I'm miles above you Well tell me, come on man Tell me the answer You may be a lover But you ain't no dancer (Chorus) Helter Skelter (repeat) Do you or don't you Want me to make you I'm comin' down fast But don't let me break you (Pre-Chorus) Oh tell me, come on man Tell me the answer You may be a lover But you ain't no dancer No (Chorus) Oh yeah, come on Turn on the power (1)(2)(Pre-chorus)(Chorus) Now I'm comin' down on you It's helter skelter |
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from Motley Crue - Music To Crash Your Car To Vol.1 (2007)
(1)
When I get to the bottom I go back to the top of the slide I get to the top And I go for a ride I get to the bottom And I do it again Well, I do it again (2) Do you or don't you Want me to love you I'm comin' down fast But I'm miles above you Well tell me, come on man Tell me the answer You may be a lover But you ain't no dancer (Chorus) Helter Skelter (repeat) Do you or don't you Want me to make you I'm comin' down fast But don't let me break you (Pre-Chorus) Oh tell me, come on man Tell me the answer You may be a lover But you ain't no dancer No (Chorus) Oh yeah, come on Turn on the power (1)(2)(Pre-chorus)(Chorus) Now I'm comin' down on you It's helter skelter |
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from Motley Crue - New Tattoo (2000)
did you want it this way
breaking us down a little at a time is it easier now that i'm not around is' it time to draw the line well, we don't have to pretend that it's a hollywood ending leave it to me to act like a fool begging you to come back when i had you i had everything and now all i have is this photograph there's nothing here to defend it's not a hollywood ending you don't have to go no, you don't have to go you could've been the star of my show anytime no, you don't have to go the trouble with you the trouble with me we ain't meant to be well, we don't have to pretend that it's a hollywood ending another hollywood ending it's not as bad as it seems a hollywood ending it's hard to give up your dreams another hollywood ending all that glitters will fade a hollywood ending just like the promise you made another hollywood ending did you want it this way |
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from Slow Rock Vol. 4 (0000)
You know I'm a dreamer
But my heart's of gold I had to run away high So I wouldn't come home low Just when things went right It doesn't mean they were always wrong Just take this song And you'll never feel left all alone Take me to your heart Feel me in your bones Just one more night And I'm comin' off This long and winding road I'm on my way Well, I'm on my way Home sweet home Tonight, tonight I'm on my way I'm on my way Home sweet home You know that I've seen Too many romantic dreams Up in lights Fallin' off the silver screen My heart's like an open book For the whole world to read Sometimes nothing Keeps me together at the seams I'm on my way Well, I'm on my way Home sweet home Home sweet home Home sweet home Home sweet home I'm on my way I'm on my way Home sweet home Yeah I'm on my way Just set me free Home sweet home |
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from Motley Crue - Theatre Of Pain (1985)
You know I'm a dreamer
But my heart's of gold I had to run away high So I wouldn't come home low Just when things went right It doesn't mean they were always wrong Just take this song and you'll never feel Left all alone Take me to your heart Feel me in your bones Just one more night And I'm comin' off this Long & winding road I'm on my way Well, I'm on my way Home sweet home Tonight tonight I'm on my way I'm on my way Home sweet home You know that I seem To make romantic dreams Up in lights, fallin' off The silver screen My heart's like an open book For the whole world to read Somtimes nothing--keeps me together At the seams I'm on my way Well, I'm on my way Home sweet home Tonight tonight I'm on my way Just set me free Home sweet home |
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from Motley Crue - Theatre Of Pain (1985)
You know I'm a dreamer
But my heart's of gold I had to run away high So I wouldn't come home low Just when things went right It doesn't mean they were always wrong Just take this song And you'll never feel left all alone Take me to your heart Feel me in your bones Just one more night And I'm comin' off This long and winding road I'm on my way Well, I'm on my way Home sweet home Tonight, tonight I'm on my way I'm on my way Home sweet home You know that I've seen Too many romantic dreams Up in lights Fallin' off the silver screen My heart's like an open book For the whole world to read Sometimes nothing Keeps me together at the seams I'm on my way Well, I'm on my way Home sweet home Home sweet home Home sweet home Home sweet home I'm on my way I'm on my way Home sweet home Yeah I'm on my way Just set me free Home sweet home |
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from Motley Crue - Theatre Of Pain (1985)
You know I'm a dreamer
But my heart's of gold I had to run away high So I wouldn't come home low Just when things went right It doesn't mean they were always wrong Just take this song And you'll never feel left all alone Take me to your heart Feel me in your bones Just one more night And I'm comin' off This long and winding road I'm on my way Well, I'm on my way Home sweet home Tonight, tonight I'm on my way I'm on my way Home sweet home You know that I've seen Too many romantic dreams Up in lights Fallin' off the silver screen My heart's like an open book For the whole world to read Sometimes nothing Keeps me together at the seams I'm on my way Well, I'm on my way Home sweet home Home sweet home Home sweet home Home sweet home I'm on my way I'm on my way Home sweet home Yeah I'm on my way Just set me free Home sweet home |
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from Motley Crue - Live - Entertainment Or Death [live] (2003)
You know I'm a dreamer
But my heart's of gold I had to run away high So I wouldn't come home low Just when things went right It doesn't mean they were always wrong Just take this song and you'll never feel left all alone Take me to your heart Feel me in your bones Just one more night And I'm comin' off this long & winding road I'm on my way Well, I'm on my way Home sweet home Tonight tonight I'm on my way I'm on my way Home sweet home You know that I seem To make romantic dreams Up in lights, fallin' off The silver screen My heart's like an open book For the whole world to read Sometimes nothing keeps me together At the seams I'm on my way Well, I'm on my way Home sweet home Tonight tonight I'm on my way Just set me free Home sweet home |
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from Motley Crue - Carnival Of Sins Live (2006)
You know I'm a dreamer
But my heart's of gold I had to run away high So I wouldn't come home low Just when things went right It doesn't mean they were always wrong Just take this song And you'll never feel left all alone Take me to your heart Feel me in your bones Just one more night And I'm comin' off This long and winding road I'm on my way Well, I'm on my way Home sweet home Tonight, tonight I'm on my way I'm on my way Home sweet home You know that I've seen Too many romantic dreams Up in lights Fallin' off the silver screen My heart's like an open book For the whole world to read Sometimes nothing Keeps me together at the seams I'm on my way Well, I'm on my way Home sweet home Home sweet home Home sweet home Home sweet home I'm on my way I'm on my way Home sweet home Yeah I'm on my way Just set me free Home sweet home |
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from Motley Crue - Music To Crash Your Car To Vol.1 (2007)
You know I'm a dreamer
But my heart's of gold I had to run away high So I wouldn't come home low Just when things went right It doesn't mean they were always wrong Just take this song and you'll never feel left all alone Take me to your heart Feel me in your bones Just one more night And I'm comin' off this long & winding road I'm on my way Well, I'm on my way Home sweet home Tonight tonight I'm on my way I'm on my way Home sweet home You know that I seem To make romantic dreams Up in lights, fallin' off The silver screen My heart's like an open book For the whole world to read Sometimes nothing keeps me together At the seams I'm on my way Well, I'm on my way Home sweet home Tonight tonight I'm on my way Just set me free Home sweet home |
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from Motley Crue - Quaternary (1994)
Drop dead beauties, stompin up a storm
Lines of hell on our face Bruised bad apples ..crawling through the night Busted loose..runaway!!! Always always Thrill without a motive 30 days just a haze Everybody wants a piece of the action Everybody wants some piece of the pie Where ona holiday, hooligans holiday I'm on a holiday.... hooligans I gotta get away ....hooligans holiday Where on a holiday hooligans Cross eyed derilicts coming An iron horse between our legs Tattoos an black manes flowin everydays A holidayze ********* Everybody wants a piece of the action Everybody wants some piece of the pie Where ona holiday, hooligans holiday I'm on a holiday.... hooligans I gotta get away ....hooligans holiday Where on a holiday hooligans Modern times an new bloods pumpin Only the strong survive Everybody wants a piece of the action Everybody wants some piece of the pie I gotta get away Where ona holiday, hooligans holiday I'm on a holiday.... hooligans I gotta get away ....hooligans holiday Where on a holiday hooligans Everybody wants a piece of the action Everybody wants some piece of the pie |
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from Motley Crue - Motley Crue (1994)
Drop dead beauties, stompin up a storm
Lines of hell on our face Bruised bad apples ..crawling through the night Busted loose..runaway!!! Always always Thrill without a motive 30 days just a haze Everybody wants a piece of the action Everybody wants some piece of the pie Where ona holiday, hooligans holiday I'm on a holiday.... hooligans I gotta get away ....hooligans holiday Where on a holiday hooligans Cross eyed derilicts coming An iron horse between our legs Tattoos an black manes flowin everydays A holidayze ********* Everybody wants a piece of the action Everybody wants some piece of the pie Where ona holiday, hooligans holiday I'm on a holiday.... hooligans I gotta get away ....hooligans holiday Where on a holiday hooligans Modern times an new bloods pumpin Only the strong survive Everybody wants a piece of the action Everybody wants some piece of the pie I gotta get away Where ona holiday, hooligans holiday I'm on a holiday.... hooligans I gotta get away ....hooligans holiday Where on a holiday hooligans Everybody wants a piece of the action Everybody wants some piece of the pie |
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from Motley Crue - Motley Crue (1994)
Drop dead beauties
Stompin' up a storm Lines of Hell on our face Bruised bad apples Crawling through the night Busted loose runaway Always, always Thrill without a motive 30 days just a haze * Everybody wants a piece of the action Everybody wants a piece of the pie We're on a holiday, hooligan's holiday I'm on a holiday, hooligan's I gotta get away Hooligan's holiday We're on a holiday, hooligan's Cross-eyed derelict comin' An iron horse between our legs Tattoos and black manes flowin' Every day's a holidaze * Repeat Modern times and new blood's pumpin' Only the strong survive * Repeat |
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