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He’s the wolf screaming lonely in the night
He’s the blood-stain the stage He’s the tear in your eye Been tempted by his lie He’s the knife in your back He’s rage He’s the razor to the knife Oh, lonely is our lives My heads spinnin’ round and round But in seasons of wither We’ll stand and deliver Be strong and laugh and (Chorus) Shout--shout--shout Shout at the devil He’ll be the love in your eyes He’ll be the blood between your thighs And then have you cry for more He’ll put strength to the test He’ll put the thrill back in bed Sure you’ve heard it all before He’ll be the risk in the kiss Might be anger on your lips Might run scared for the door But in seasons of wither We’ll stand and deliver Be strong and laugh and (Chorus) Shout--shout--shout Shout at the devil |
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(1) You know he's gotta get away To the merry-go-round and round Count times that he laid awake At night thinkin' Am I goin' down now Am I goin' down Am I goin' down now, oh! (2) It's not easy puttin' on a smile You're alone, lost and found She waits at home just to love him Through the night thinkin' He's been gone so long now Is he coming home He's been gone so long now, oh! (Chorus) Merry-go-round and round (repeat) (1) (Chorus) (Chorus) She waits alone Just to love him through the night I'm coming home babe |
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Don't you know, know, know It's a violation I still hear you saying Such a perfect, perfect night No, no, no fight all temptation Well, in a black hearted alley fight I'm screaming Take me to the heights tonight Take me to the top Take me to the top . . . (repeat) Too many times Victim accusation No, you don't have to take it like that A sheer, sheer heart attack No, no noit's no realization I never had a way with you But I still hear you saying Take me to the top Take me to the top . . . (repeat) Take me to the top To the top and throw me off . . . (repeat) Take me to the top |
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from Motley Crue - Music To Crash Your Car To Vol.1 (2007)
I want you, I need you
I want you to be mine tonight You need me, you tease me Use you up, throw you away You're fire, taking me higher Don't burn me, don't let me down You need me now, I'll teach you how Come on and go all the way Get a piece of your action ah uh Get a piece of your action ah uh Tight action, rear traction So hot, you really blow me away Fast moving, wet and ready The time is right, so hold on tight Live Wire, night prowler Lay back and take me inside You need me now, I'll teach you how Come on let's go all the way Get a piece of your action ah uh Get a piece of your action ah uh I want you, I need you I want you to be mine tonight You need me, you tease me Use you up, throw you away You're fire, taking me higher Don't burn me, don't let me down You need me now, I'll teach you how Come on and go all the way Get a piece of your action ah uh Get a piece of your action ah uh Get a piece of your action ah uh Get a piece of your action ah uh |
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When she laughs She's got the power of a child in her eyes And when you cry now She'll hold you like a man's supposed to be held I can't get into words how I feel Get it right in this song now I had to set her free Needed a friend Come back to me Oh starry eyes Oh, oh (repeat) Standing alone in the light You could see her cry With a smile and a wink And a sparkle in her eyes She calmly sighed, I will be all right Okay child you've had to take the pain Of a man in the streets You gotta let me in Needed a friend Even just for one night Oh, starry eyes Oh, oh (repeat) Oh no, oh no, oh no Oh, starry eyes Oh, oh (repeat) |
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Oh no, oh no
Oh. no oh no Oh no, oh no Living on a jet Making love to someone else's dreams Say it again She puts her leg up Well, calls it good luck Do you know what I mean? Do you remember? Well I remember Oh no, oh no Dream machine So damn cool she can turn on the night The more she gets Well, the more that she needs Do you know what I mean? Do you remember? Well I remember Oh no, oh no Too fast Too fast for love Too fast You're too fast for love Too fast Too fast for love Too fast You're too fast for love Too fast Too fast for love Too fast You're too fast for love Too fast Too fast for love Too fast You're too fast for love Oh no, oh no She's a streamline queen On a sex craved movie screen Say it again She'll use her time up Have nothing to show Well mark my words Do you remember? Well I remember Oh no, oh no Too fast Too fast for love Too fast You're too fast for love Too fast Too fast for love Too fast You're too fast for love Too fast Too fast for love Too fast You're too fast for love Too fast Too fast for love Too fast You're too fast for love Too fast Too fast for love Too fast You're too fast for love You're too fast You're too fast for love |
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Frankie died just the other night Some say it was suicide But we know How the story goes With his six string knife And his street wise pride The boy was a man before his time And she knew All their dreams would come true But ya see, Frankie was fast Too fast to know He wouldn't go slow Until his lethal dose And she knows He'll finally come too close (Chorus) Well, on with the show Going on with the show Come on baby No, no, no Oh my, my, my . . . (repeat) He was bad He was never good But one thing that he understood And she knew All those lies would come true The time has come and He's paid his dues Suzy finally got the news She always knew This day would come soon (Chorus) (Chorus) He was stopped on a dime With a switchblade knife Some damn punk went and Took Frankie's life And she knew She'd have to pull through Broken down, with his broken dreams With a wink of an eye Said Suzy, listen to me You must go On with the show Go on with the show Going on with the show Come on baby No nono Oh my mymy my(repeat) Oh baby |
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One two, one two three
Hey hey hey, hey kid, the whole house is shakin' We got the time, right in our sights Hey hey hey, hey kid, the world's gone crazy But you know it won't last too long You know it won't last too long You know it won't last too long You know it won't last too long Hey kid, you're the toast of the town Well hey kid, you're the toast of the town Hey hey hey, hey kid, what's it gonna get you Screaming through the hours of the night Hey hey hey, hey kid, the world's gone crazy But you know it won't last too long You know it won't last too long You know it won't last too long You know it won't last too long Hey kid, you're the toast of the town Well hey kid, you're the toast of the town You heard me sayin', baby don't be a fool I got news for you Well pack your things, baby don't be a fool Before it crashes down on you Down on you Down on you Down on you Come on Well hey kid, you're the toast of the town Well hey kid, you're the toast of the town Well hey kid, you're the toast of the town Well hey kid, you're the toast of the town Well hey kid |
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One, two, three, four
Hey When you smiled at me And I saw your eyes All I ever wanted to be Was in your arms tonight You looked too young to know about romance Oh, yes you did But when you smiled, I had to take a chance I had to take a chance and be with you Tonight, I'll be with you tonight Tonight, you'll love me too tonight Woh baby, tonight I'm making love to you, woh, tonight Bop om doo doh woh mop shoo Woh, tonight, you're gonna love me too tonight Woh, tonight Tonight, I'll be with you tonight Tonight, you'll love me too tonight Woh baby, tonight I don't know myself If it's wrong or right All I know is what I can feel So be my love tonight You looked too young to know about romance Oh, you know what I mean But when you smiled, I had to take a chance I had to take a chance and be with you Tonight, I'll be with you tonight Tonight, you'll love me too tonight Woh baby, tonight Woh, tonight Won't you let me sleep with you, baby, oh yeah? Woh, tonight I just wanna make you feel good inside, baby, oh yeah Woh, tonight Let me feel the love that's in you Woh, tonight Come on, come on, come on, come on And let me come on, baby, oh yeah woh, tonight |
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from Motley Crue - Music To Crash Your Car To Vol.1 (2007)
In The Beginning
In the beginning Good always overpowered the evils Of all man's sins... But in time The nations grew weak And our cities fell to slums While evil stood strong In the dusts of hell Lurked the blackest of hates For he whom they feared Awaited them... Now many many lifetimes later Lay destroyed, beaten, beaten down, Only the corpses of rebels Ashes of dreams And blood stained streets It has been written "Those who have the youth Have the future" So come now, children of the beast Be strong And Shout at the Devil |
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from Motley Crue - Music To Crash Your Car To Vol.1 (2007)
He’s the wolf screaming lonely in the night
He’s the blood-stain the stage He’s the tear in your eye Been tempted by his lie He’s the knife in your back He’s rage He’s the razor to the knife Oh, lonely is our lives My heads spinnin’ round and round But in seasons of wither We’ll stand and deliver Be strong and laugh and (Chorus) Shout--shout--shout Shout at the devil He’ll be the love in your eyes He’ll be the blood between your thighs And then have you cry for more He’ll put strength to the test He’ll put the thrill back in bed Sure you’ve heard it all before He’ll be the risk in the kiss Might be anger on your lips Might run scared for the door But in seasons of wither We’ll stand and deliver Be strong and laugh and (Chorus) Shout--shout--shout Shout at the devil |
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Now listen up
She's razor sharp If she don't get her way She'll slice you apart Now she's cool, cool black Moves like a cat If you don't get her game You might not make it back (Pre-chorus) She's got the look's that kill That kill She's got the look's that kill That kill (Chorus) She's got the looks that kill Now she's bullet-proof Keeps her motor clean And believe me, you She's a number thirteen The church strikes midnight She's lookin' louder and louder She's gonna turn on your juice, boy So she turns on the power (Pre-chorus) She's got the looks that kill (Chorus)(Solo)(Verse)(Pre-chorus)(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 - 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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Fight for the black shark
See what evil brings Can't you see we're out for blood Love from a shotgun License to kill Can't you see we're out for blood (Pre-Chorus) The kids scream in fright, through the night Loving every bit with delight And we blow out our minds with your truth And together we stand for the youth (Chorus) Red Hot, Red Hot To the top, we are Red hot Shout at the devil We've laughed at your wars Can't you see we're out for blood Run with the pack, now Always ask for more Can't you see we're out for blood (Pre-Chorus)(Chorus)(Solo)(Chorus) |
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You say our love is like dynamite
open your eyes cause it's like fire and ice well you're killing me your love's guillotine why don't you just set me free Too young to fall in love Run for the hills we're both sinners and saints not a woman but a whore I can just taste the hate well now I'm killing you watch your face turning blue not yet a man just a punk in the street Too young to fall in love You say our love is like dynamite well its no surprise cause you've got one way eyes well you're killing me your love's a guillotine not yet a man just a punk in the street Too young to fall in love |
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In the heat of the night
You went and blackened my eyes Well now I'm back I'm back I'm back And I'm coming your way Well now I'm supercharged Might just explode in your face I'm black I'm black I'm black And I'm primed for hate (Chorus) Knock 'em dead, kid (Knock 'em dead) Knock 'em dead, kid (Knock 'em dead) The blade is red, kid (Knock 'em dead) Knock 'em dead, kid Knock 'em dead A star-spangled fight Heard a steel-belted scream Now I'm black, I'm black, I'm black Another sidewalk's bloody dream I heard the sirens whine My blood turned to freeze You'll see the red in my eyes As you take my disease (Chorus)(Solo)(Chorus) Knock 'em Knock 'em Knock 'em Dead...(scream) Knock 'em dead kid |
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Here I come
My mind is set Get ready for love You're my ten second pet (Verse) Touch my gun But don't pull my trigger Let's make history In the elevator Or lock the door Shine my pistol some more Here I cum Just ten seconds more (Chorus) Ten seconds to love Ten seconds to love Pull my trigger My guns loaded with your love Ten seconds to love Ten seconds to love Just wait honey Till I tell the boys about you Bring a girlfriend Maybe bring two I got my camera Make a star outta you Let's inject it Photograph it Down to the subway Let the boys have it (Chorus) (Talk) Reach down low Slide it in real slow I wanna hear your engine roar Before I'm in the door (Solo) (Talk) You feel so good Do you want some more I got one more shot Before I'm out the door (Chorus) (Talk) Was it hot for you Did you fire this round The second that I'm through I'll be leaving this town |
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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 - 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 - Music To Crash Your Car To Vol.1 (2007)
Some like violence Some use aggression Some like submission Some use a bullet in the head To be brave Some like the evil Some bleed in vain Some need the power Some get a bullet in the head instead Some got the go Some play th erole Some scream out in horror Just for show Some got no hope Some got no reason We like it loud Some like it loud, some like it loud We like it louder, louder than hell Some got the honey Some hold the pistol Some hang on the string of obscene Some need no money Some got the go Just for show Some play the role Some scream out in horror Some got no hope Some got no reason Some like it loud, some like it loud We like it louder, louder than hell We like it loud
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Black jack roulette Losing high and low She's cold as ice Turn a young man old Comedy and tragedy Entertainment or death Like sister morphine Hooked on her game Time to place your bets If it wasn't for bad luck, I'd have no luck at all Keep your eye on the money Keep your eye on the dealer's hand Keep your eve on the money Keep your eye on the lady's hand Queen of hearts Or Ace of spades I'm dancing on the blade Freak show, goin' broke The crowd screams on for more Electric shock won't bring ya back You've gone over the boards Can't beat the clock the deck is stacked The crowd looks on in horror If it wasn't for bad luck, I'd have no luck at all Keep your eye on the money Keep your eye on the dealer's hand Keep your eve on the money Keep your eye on the lady's hand |
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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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One, two, three, four
Hey When you smiled at me And I saw your eyes All I ever wanted to be Was in your arms tonight You looked too young to know about romance Oh, yes you did But when you smiled, I had to take a chance I had to take a chance and be with you Tonight, I'll be with you tonight Tonight, you'll love me too tonight Woh baby, tonight I'm making love to you, woh, tonight Bop om doo doh woh mop shoo Woh, tonight, you're gonna love me too tonight Woh, tonight Tonight, I'll be with you tonight Tonight, you'll love me too tonight Woh baby, tonight I don't know myself If it's wrong or right All I know is what I can feel So be my love tonight You looked too young to know about romance Oh, you know what I mean But when you smiled, I had to take a chance I had to take a chance and be with you Tonight, I'll be with you tonight Tonight, you'll love me too tonight Woh baby, tonight Woh, tonight Won't you let me sleep with you, baby, oh yeah? Woh, tonight I just wanna make you feel good inside, baby, oh yeah Woh, tonight Let me feel the love that's in you Woh, tonight Come on, come on, come on, come on And let me come on, baby, oh yeah woh, tonight |
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Ragtime fast lane another overdose You know James Dean wasn't playing the role I said hey, you, what-cha gonna do When time runs out on you Use it or lose it Sweet pain is the name of the game I said hey hey hey hey hey You better use it before you lose it You better use it don't throw it away JFK, Marilyn Monroe Street walking gypsy-Margaret Trudeau I said hey, you, what-cha gonna do Time's run out on you Use it or lose it Sweet time is it on my side? I said hey hey hey hey hey Better use it before you lose it You better use it don't throw it away Sweet pain is the name of the game I said hey hey hey hey hey Better use it before you lose it You better use it don't throw it away, hey Better use it before you lose it You better use it don't throw it away Hey hey hey-don't throw it away Hey hey hey-don't throw it away Don't throw it away |
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Black Angels laughing in the city streets
Street toys scream in pain and clench their teeth The moonlight spotlights all the city's crime And got no religion, laugh while they fight Save our souls for the heavens For a life so good, it sure feels bad Save our souls for the heavens Save our souls for the promised land Sweet tarts play the game and shoot to thrill Running through the trash, dressed to kill The midnight show-stoppers, it's a funny money game A hundred thousand bleeding hearts put us in our graves Save our souls for the heavens For a life so good, it sure feels bad Save our souls for the heavens Save our souls for the promised land Save our souls Well, it's been a hard road, edge of an overdose No matter how high, well, you're still too low I've been the dancer, the wicked romancer A never-ending nightmare, edge of disaster Save our souls for the heavens For a life so good, it sure feels bad, yeah Save our souls for the heavens Save our souls for the promised land Save our souls for the promised land Save our souls for the promised land |
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Sometimes I feel turned around And upside down And sometimes maybe I drink too much But my heart's still in touch I remember standing tall telling you I'm gonna be a rock n roll star When someone said Sit down, boy "You already are" So Raise your hands to rock (rock) Uh-huh Summertime was always right Just me and you Sixteen and dealing with Those summertime blues I was Young and restless Living on the edge of a dream When someone somewhere said Ya just gotta believe And raise your hands to rock (rock) |
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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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Kneel down ye sinners, to Streetwise religion Greed's been crowned the new King Hollywood dream teens Yesterday's trash queens Save the blessings for the final ring--AMEN Wild side I carry my crucifix Under my deathlist Forward my mail to me in hell Liars and the martyrs Lost faith in The Father Long lost in the wishing well Wild side Fallen Angels So fast to kill Thy kingdom come on the wild side Our father Who ain't in heaven Be thy name on the wild side Holy Mary Mother may I Pray for us on the wild side Wild side, Wild side Name dropping no names Glamorize cocaine Puppets with strings of gold East L.A. at midnight Papa won't be home tonight Found dead with his best friend's wife Wild side Fatal strikes We lie on the wild side No escape Murder rape Doing time on the wild side A baby cries A cop dies A day's pay on the wild side Wild side, wild side Tragic life on the wild side Wild side, wild side Kickin' ass on the wild side |
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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 - 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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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)
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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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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The blade of my knife Faced away from your heart Those last few nights It turned and sliced you apart This love that I tell Now feels lonely as hell From this padded prison cell So many times I said You'd only be mine I gave my blood and my tears And loved you cyanide When you took my lips I took your breath Sometimes love's better off dead You're all I need make you only mine I love you so I set you free I had to take your life You're all I need, you're all I need And I loved you but you didn't love me Laid out cold Now we're both alone But killing you helped me keep you home I guess it was bad Cause love can be sad But we finally make the news Tied up smiling I thought you were happy Never opened your eyes I thought you were napping I got so much to learn About love in this world But we finally made the news You're all I need, make you only mine I loved you so, so I put you to sleep. |
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from Motley Crue - Girls, Girls, Girls (1987)
Kneel down ye sinners, to
Streetwise religion Greed's been crowned the new King Hollywood dream teens Yesterday's trash queens Save the blessings for the final ring--AMEN Wild side I carry my crucifix Under my deathlist Forward my mail to me in hell Liars and the martyrs Lost faith in The Father Long lost in the wishing well Wild side Fallen Angels So fast to kill Thy kingdom come on the wild side Our father Who ain't in heaven Be thy name on the wild side Holy Mary Mother may I Pray for us on the wild side Wild side, Wild side Name dropping no names Glamorize cocaine Puppets with strings of gold East L.A. at midnight Papa won't be home tonight Found dead with his best friend's wife Wild side Fatal strikes We lie on the wild side No escape Murder rape Doing time on the wild side A baby cries A cop dies A day's pay on the wild side Wild side, wild side Tragic life on the wild side Wild side, wild side Kickin' ass on the wild side |
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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)
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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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)
Nona, Nona
I'm outta my head Without you Nona, Nona I'm outta my head Without you Nona, Nona I'm outta my head Without you |
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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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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)
Foolish bride call me up, beg to scratch her itch
Rich old man got the needle, slipped and dropped a stitch Name the time, name the price leave you door unlocked I'll bring a toy guaranteed to put the spring in your shock Sumthin' for Nuthin' Gigolo sounds so cold, call me teacher's pest Twice a day, double pay, at my trade I'm the best Never late, watch her watch seconds on the clock Overtime, break my back, slip and fall in the crack Sumthin' for Nuthin' Well in and out, it's never free Sumthin' for Nuthin' Leave the money where it's easy to see She plays the role of a roving matriarch Diamond rings, fancy things, Dubonnet on the rocks For a treat gave it free--happy 63 Crazy days, easy money--I was just 16 Easy money for such a good deed Sumthin' for Nuthin' Ya, in and out is never free Sumthin' for Nuthin' Satisfaction guaranteed Sumthin' for Nuthin' Target practice in the dark Sumthin' for Nuthin' I'm a crack shot on the mark And I love my work |
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The blade of my knife
Faced away from your heart Those last few nights It turned and sliced you apart This love that I tell Now feels lonely as hell From this padded prison cell So many times I said You'd only be mine I gave my blood and my tears And loved you cyanide When you took my lips I took your breath Sometimes love's better off dead You're all I need, make you only mine (I loved you) So I set you free, I had to take your life (all I need) You're all I need, you're all I need And I loved you so, but you didn't love me Laid out cold Now we're both alone But killing you helped me keep you home I guess it was bad Cause love can be sad But we finally made the news Tied up smiling I thought you were happy Never opened your eyes I thought you were napping I got so much to learn About love in this world But we finally made the news You're all I need, make you only mine (I loved you) So I set you free, I had to take your life (all I need) You're all I need, you're all I need And I loved you so, so I put you to sleep. You're all I need, make you only mine (all I need) You're all I need, you're all I need |
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from Motley Crue - Girls, Girls, Girls (1987)
(Talk)
We're recording live Right here tonight And I think you've got the fuckin' jive Cause we've got some bad-beat boogie-woogie For ya, boys Here we go. The warden threw a party in the county jail The prison band was there and they began to wail The band was jumpin', now the joint began to swing You should have heard the night that jailbird sang (Chorus) Let's rock Everybody let's rock Everybody in the whole cell block Was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock Sad Sacker Sid was on a block of stone With Opel in the corner weeping all alone The warden said, "Hey man, don't you be no square If you can't find a partner use a wooden chair" (Chorus) (Hey) (Hey) (Hey) (Hey) # 47 said to # 3 "Well, you're the cutest jailbird I ever did see I sure would be delighted with your company Come on and do the Jailhouse Rock with me" (Chorus) Everybody in the whole cell block Was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock Everybody in the whole cell block Was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock Everybody in the whole cell block...ROCK!!! (Talk) One more time!!! (Hey) (Hey) (Hey) Well, everybody in the whole cell block Was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock Everybody in the whole cell block Was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock Everybody in the whole cell block Was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock Everybody in the whole cell block...woo-hoo, yeah!!! Dancin' to the Jailhouse, yeah-whoo!!! We're Motley Crue!!! C-ya! |
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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)
Kneel down ye sinners, to Streetwise religion Greed's been crowned the new King Hollywood dream teens Yesterday's trash queens Save the blessings for the final ring--AMEN Wild side I carry my crucifix Under my deathlist Forward my mail to me in hell Liars and the martyrs Lost faith in The Father Long lost in the wishing well Wild side Fallen Angels So fast to kill Thy kingdom come on the wild side Our father Who ain't in heaven Be thy name on the wild side Holy Mary Mother may I Pray for us on the wild side Wild side, Wild side Name dropping no names Glamorize cocaine Puppets with strings of gold East L.A. at midnight Papa won't be home tonight Found dead with his best friend's wife Wild side Fatal strikes We lie on the wild side No escape Murder rape Doing time on the wild side A baby cries A cop dies A day's pay on the wild side Wild side, wild side Tragic life on the wild side Wild side, wild side Kickin' ass on the wild side |
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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 - Motley Crue (1994)
Hey people we're victimized & circumsized
Crossed the line of no return The critics say we devestate Socialites just masturbate Won't the losers ever learn? Who said music's dead in the streets? Don't know what they talk about They gotta put a bullet in my head If they want to keep me down Power to the music in the streets Mothers tell their sons of cyanide & suicide They blame it on the devil's tongue Suck me like a parasite, military 3rd reich You book-burning bastards wasting blood Who said music's dead in the streets? Don't know what they talk about I want my music waking up the dead Don't tell me to turn it down Power to the music in the streets |
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from Motley Crue - Motley Crue (1994)
Are you ready for suicide?
Let me run a razor across your throat You took a child for a ride Led them down a long and shameful road It rips my heart out to see you livin' You gave them money in exchange for pain You're the monster in the closet They'll take your secrets with them to their graves Locked you away behind cast iron doors Rather see you dead on the floor I hope that you're feeling so much pain now Uncle Jack Can you hear them still screamin'? Broken hearts, broken dreams Uncle Jack Is your evil still creepin'? Never comin' back here again What were you thinkin', are you human? Took their innocence and made them slaves You want forgiveness, you're so sorry I'd rather put you in an unmarked grave Locked you away behind cast iron doors Rather see you dead on the floor I hope that you're feeling so much pain now Uncle Jack Can't you see them still bleedin'? Broken hearts, broken dreams Uncle Jack Tell me how are you sleepin' Never comin' back here again Uncle Jack Can't you hear them still screamin'? Broken hearts, broken dreams Uncle Jack Is your evil still creepin'? Why? Tell me why |
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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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from Motley Crue - Motley Crue (1994)
Little old man contemplates
Suicide twice a day Life's passed him by Little old woman scared and blind Left alone in desperate times Life's passed her by * Oh, life it's misunderstood them So they close their eyes And dream of better days Oh, life it's misunderstood, yeah Life's not always fair or so they say Little boy with vacant eyes Daddy won't be home tonight And he don't know why His mother she sits alone Tangled in the web she's sewn She lives lie to lie * Repeat Strangled, caged, left alone Doin' time in a broken home Feelin' left to die I'm a product of your troubled ways You made me what I am today Now you're askin' why Oh, life it's misunderstood me So I close my eyes And dream of better days Oh, life it's misunderstood me Life's not always fair or so they say Restless soul deep inside Searches for some piece of mind Livin' just to die I'm an angry man I always have Had to fight to survive my past Sign of these times Life, it's misunderstood me And I know, know you've been there too Time lets a restless soul fade away Life's not always fair Life's not always fair Or so they say Yeah, life it's misunderstood me So I close my eyes And dream of a better day Oh, life it's misunderstood me Life's not always fair Life's not always fair Or so they say Little boy with hopeful eyes Daddy's comin' home tonight So don't you cry |
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from Motley Crue - Motley Crue (1994)
Oh baby
I've walked a million miles Climbing up this mountain Lookin' for your smile Oh sugar Where's my baby been? My heart is like the ocean Waitin' for your love to sail on in Let my love shine Oh baby Remember yesterday You spoke to me in riddles And your mystery remains Umm sugar Be my oldest friend You held me in my youth And you'll hole me in the end Again my friend Let my love shine Can't we find the time? Honey, won't you let my love shine in |
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from Motley Crue - Motley Crue (1994)
Took a Greyhound Bus down to Heartattack and Vine with a fistful of dreams and dimes. So far out didn't know that I was in. Had a taste for a life of slime. When push came to shove, the music was the drug and the band always got to play. Sex, smack, rock, roll, mainline, overdose. Man, we lived it night and day. We loved our Mott The Hoople, it kept us all so enraged. And you loved us and you loved us and you loved us. We're so fuckin' beautiful! Pretty little poison apples, see the scars tattooed on our face. It's your disgrace. Pretty little poison apples, mama said, "Now don't you walk this way, just find some faith." Tabloid sleeze just maggots on their knees diggin' in the dirt for slag. Moonshine, strychnine, speedball, shootin' lines. Anything to push their rags. Still we love our Mott The Hoople, it keeps us all so enraged. And you love us and you hate us and you love us. We're so fuckin beautiful! Pretty little poison apples, see the scars tattooed on our face. It's your disgrace. Pretty pretty poison apples, mama said, "Now don't you walk this way, just find some faith." Blueprints for disaster. You better not push me 'cause I'll bring you to your knees, oo, to your knees. Blueprints for disaster. You better not love me 'cause I'll bring you to your knees, mama, to your knees. Pretty little poison apples, mama said, "Now don't you walk this way, just find some faith, faith, faith, yeah." Pretty little poison apples. Pretty, pretty poison apples. |
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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 - Motley Crue (1994)
Oh, when you look into my eyes, tell me what you see. I don't think you'll ever realize the pride inside of me. Oo, I've walked my walk, talked my talk and I've lived and died in my songs. Temptation cuts so deep, it's fire still burns so strong. You know I've lived a few mistakes and I stand by them. Oo, it's me, myself, and I till death do us part, yeah. Till death, till death do us part, yeah, yeah, No, no, no, no. Yeah, sometimes my words may cut too deep and I step on a toe or two. But I'm half dead and barely half alive, but I live by the truth. Hey, but I live by the truth. Til death, til death, do us part, do us part. Hey, if you want to criticize, then you can't believe anything you read. What you see is all of me. Yeah, I've talked the talk, walked the walk. Who thought I'd live this long? Oh, this life's been hard like a switchblade, blind faith suicide. You know I've lived a few mistakes and I stand by them. Oo, it's me, myself, and I till death do us part, yeah. Till death, till death do us part, yeah, yeah, No, no, no, no. Yeah, sometimes my words may cut too deep and I step on a toe or two. But I'm half dead and barely half alive, but I live by the truth. Hey, but I live by the truth. Til death, til death, do us part, do us part. |
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from Motley Crue - Motley Crue (1994)
Mister, Mr. Push-Button Junkie
Lookin' for some dirt to buy Landslide, it's a corporation landslide Waitin' for a kiss From an atom bomb Situation's critical, my back's against the wall But we like it We're walkin' in our sleep and can't feel it at all I said hey, man just gimme some truth See what ya wanna see Feel what ya wanna feel I don't know what I wanna deal I don't wanna be any part of your stupid mother-fuckin' machine Do what you wanna do Kill if ya gotta kill I just don't believe your point of view Welcome to the numb, fools People, did you ever feel like you're going insane? Sister, I'm feelin' pretty safe dead in this home-made grave The situation's critical, have I lost my mind... and I like it There's too much information Can you see it in my eyes? I said hey man, all I want is the truth See what ya wanna see Feel what ya feel I don't wanna know, I don't wanna feel I don't wanna be any part of your stupid mother-fuckin' machine Do what ya wanna do Kill if ya wanna kill 'Cause I just don't believe your point of view Welcome to the numb Situation's critical, have we lost our minds... but we like it So much information, can you see it in my eyes? I said hey man, just gimme the truth Why don't we See what we wanna see Feel what we wanna feel I don't wanna know I don't wanna feel I don't wanna be any part of your stupid mother-fuckin' disease Do what you wanna do Kill what ya wanna kill 'Cause I just don't believe your point of view Welcome to the numb (X3) |
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from Motley Crue - Motley Crue (1994)
Smoke my hoochie
You say that I'm the Devil Reali-thc Marco Polo hailed it Heaven Socrates inhaled it too Mr. President tell the truth You're the great exaggerators Since 1932 Telling evils of the reefer But all thru time we've Smoked the sky, smoke the sky Home grown version Compliments the senses Opens up the mind JFK sold us freedom Or was it just a business toke '63 went up in smoke He was the great seducer Crawling from our tv's Breathed into our future And before he died he Smoked the sky, smoke the sky When it's time we'll smoke the sky BC hailed it heaven I inhaled it too Reali-thc When it's time we'll Smoke the sky Smoke the sky When it's time we'll smoke the sky When it's time we'll smoke the When it's time we'll toke the sky When it's time we'll smoke the sky |
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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)
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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