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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 - 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 - Too Fast For Love (1981)
Plug me in
I'm alive tonight Out on the streets again Turn me on I'm too hot to stop Something you'll never forget Take my fist Break down walls I'm on the top tonight *No, no You better turn me loose You better set me free Cause I'm hot, young, running free A little bit better than I use to be. **Cause I'm alive Live wire Cause I'm alive I'm a live wire Cause I'm alive Live wire Cause I'm alive I'm a live wire I'll either break her face Or take down her legs Get my ways at will Go for the throat Never let loose Goin' in for the kill Take my fist Break down walls I'm on top tonight *Repeat **Repeat Come on baby Gotta play with me Well I'm your live wire You better lock your doors I'm on the prowl tonight Well be mine tonight **Repeat Come on be my baby Come on tonight Come on love me baby Come on tonight I'll give you everything You want inside Plug me in, plug me in I want you Come on tonight |
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from Motley Crue - Too Fast For Love (1981)
You know he's gotta get away
To the merry-go-round and round Count the times that he laid awake at night thinkin' Am I goin' down now Am I goin' down Am I goin' down now, oh! 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 comin' home? He's been gone so long now, oh! Merry-go-round and round (repeat) She waits alone Just to love him through the night I'm coming home babe |
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from Motley Crue - Too Fast For Love (1981)
(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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from Motley Crue - Too Fast For Love (1981)
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 *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 *Repeat 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 no no Oh my my my my......(repeat) Oh baby |
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from Motley Crue - Too Fast For Love (1981)
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 |
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from Motley Crue - Too Fast For Love (1981)
You and me
We're gonna escape tonight On the run Under the moonlight Don't think about nothin' Don't think about nothin' Tragedy Runnin' the red light Hear the screams Another one dies tonight Don't think about nothin' Don't think about nothin' Do you know how it feels To be wanted Do you know how it feels To be wanted Do you know how it feels To be wanted To be under the gun On the run, having fun When you're young You're so young When you're young Public enemy no.1 Oh yeah I'm public enemy no.1 Oh yeah I'm public enemy no.1 oh yeah Climbing high Fast as the speed of sound Loser's dreams Crashing to the ground Don't think about nothin' Don't think about nothin' You and me Under the gun tonight On the run We're lost in the lime light Don't think about nothin' Because we're gonna get crazy Do you know how it feels To be wanted Do you know how it feels To be wanted Do you know how it feels To be wanted To be under the gun On the run, having fun When you're young You're so young When you're young Public enemy no.1 Oh yeah I'm public enemy no.1 Oh yeah I'm public enemy no.1 oh yeah Do you know how it feels To be wanted Do you know how it feels To be wanted Do you know how it feels To be wanted To be under the gun On the run, having fun When you're young You're so young When you're young Public enemy no.1 Oh yeah I'm public enemy no.1 Oh yeah I'm public enemy no.1 oh yeah Public Enemy no.1 Hey-Hey-Hey |
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from Motley Crue - Too Fast For Love (1981)
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 alright 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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from Motley Crue - Too Fast For Love (1981)
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 heartened 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, no it'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 - Too Fast For Love (1981)
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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from Motley Crue - Too Fast For Love (1981)
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 - Too Fast For Love (1981)
Oh no, oh no
Oh no, oh no Living on a jet Making love to someone else's dream Say it again She puts her legs 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 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 (repeat) 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 You're too fast You're too fast for love |
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from Motley Crue - Too Fast For Love (1981)
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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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 - 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 - 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 - Shout At The Devil (1983)
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 life times later Lay destroyed, beaten, beaten down, Only 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 - Shout At The Devil (1983)
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 - Shout At The Devil (1983)
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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from Motley Crue - Shout At The Devil (1983)
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 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 Knock 'em Knock 'em Knock 'em Dead...(scream) Knock 'em dead kid |
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from Motley Crue - Shout At The Devil (1983)
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 She's got the look's that kill That kill She's got the look's that kill That kill 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 She's got the look's that kill That kill She's got the look's that kill That kill She's got the looks that kill |
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from Motley Crue - Shout At The Devil (1983)
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 - Shout At The Devil (1983)
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 - Shout At The Devil (1983)
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 - Shout At The Devil (1983)
Fight for the black shark
See what evil brings Can't you see we're out for bloodm Love from a shotgun License to kill Can't you see we're out for blood 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 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 |
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from Motley Crue - Shout At The Devil (1983)
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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from Motley Crue - Shout At The Devil (1983)
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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from Motley Crue - Shout At The Devil (1983)
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 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 your 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 |
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from Motley Crue - Shout At The Devil (1983)
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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from Motley Crue - Shout At The Devil (1983)
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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from Motley Crue - Shout At The Devil (1983)
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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from Motley Crue - Shout At The Devil (1983)
Here I come
My mind is set Get ready for love You're my ten second pet 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 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 Reach down low Slide it in real slow I wanna hear your engines roar Before I'm in the door You feel so good Do you want some more I got one more shot Before I'm out the door 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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from Motley Crue - Shout At The Devil (1983)
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 a 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 You say our love Is like dynamite Well it's no surprise Cause you've got one way eyes Well you're killing me You're love's a guillotine Not yet a man Just a punk in the street |
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from Motley Crue - Shout At The Devil (1983)
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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from Motley Crue - Shout At The Devil (1983)
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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from Motley Crue - Shout At The Devil (1983)
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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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 - 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 - 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 - Theatre Of Pain (1985)
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 |
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from Motley Crue - Theatre Of Pain (1985)
Black jack roulette
Losing high and low She rolls the dice She's cold as ice Turn a yound 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 you eye on the money keep you eye on the dealer's hand Keep you eye on the money keep you 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 eye on the money Keep your eye on the lady's hand |
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from Motley Crue - Theatre Of Pain (1985)
Some like the violence
Some like submission Some use aggression Some use a bullet in the head to be brave Some like the evil Some need the power Some bleed in vain Some get a bullet in the head instead Some got the go Some play the role Some scream out in horror just for show Some got no reason Some got no hope Some like it loud, some like it loud We like it loud We like it louder, louder than hell Some get the honey Some hold the pistol Some need no money Some hang on the string of obscene Some got the go Some play the role Some scream out in horror just for show Some got no reason Some got no hope Some like it loud, some like it loud We like it loud We like it louder, louder than hell |
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from Motley Crue - Theatre Of Pain (1985)
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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from Motley Crue - Theatre Of Pain (1985)
Black angels laughing in the city streets
Street toys scream in pain and clench their teeth The moonlight spotlights all the city crime 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 Runnin' free 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 It's been the hard road, edge of an overdose No matter how high you're still too low I've been the dancer, the wicked romancer It's a never-ending nightmare, edge of disaster |
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from Motley Crue - Theatre Of Pain (1985)
Sittin' in the classroom thinkin' it's a drag
Listening to the teacher rap-just ain't my bag When two bells ring you know it's my cue Gonna meet the boys on floor number 2 Smokin' in the boys room Smokin' in the boys room Teacher don't you fill me up with your rules Everybody knows that smokin' ain't allowed in school Checkin' out the halls makin sure the coast is clear Lookin' in the stalls-nah, there ain't nobody here My buddies Sixx, Mick & Tom To get caught would surely be the death of us all Smokin' in the boys room Smokin' in the boys room Teacher don't you fill me up with your rules Everybody knows that smokin' ain't allowed in school Put me to work the school book store Check-out counter and I got bored Teacher was lookin' for me all around Two hours later you know where I was found Smokin' in the boys room Smokin' in the boys room Teacher don't you fill me up with your rules Everybody knows that smokin' ain't allowed in school Smokin' in the boys room Smokin' in the boys room Smokin' in the boys room Smokin' in the boys room Teacher don't you fill me up with your rules Everybody knows that smokin' ain't allowed in school One more time Smokin' in the boys room Smokin' in the boys room Teacher don't you fill me up with your rules |
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from Motley Crue - Theatre Of Pain (1985)
Did you ever seem to have one of those days
When everyone seemed to be on your case From your teacher all the waydown to your best girlfriend Well, that used to happen to me all the time But I found a way to get out of it Sittin' in the classroom thinkin' it's a drag Listening to the teacher rap--just ain't my bag When two bells ring you know it's my cue Gonna meet the boys on floor number 2 Smokin' in the boys room Smokin' in the boys room Teacher don't you fill me up with your rules Everybody knows that smokin' ain't allowed in school Checkin' out the halls makin' sure the coast is clear Lookin' in the stalls--nah, there ain't nobody here My buddies Sixx, Mick & Tom To get caught would surely be the death of us all Smokin' in the boys room Smokin' in the boys room Teacher don't you fill me up with your rules Everybody knows that smokin' ain't allowed in school Put me to work in the school bookstore Check-out counter, and I got bored Teacher was lookin' for me all around Two hours later you know where I was found Smokin' in the boys room Smokin' in the boys room Teacher don't you fill me up with your rules Everybody knows that smokin' ain't allowed in school Smokin' in the boys room Smokin' in the boys room Smokin' in the boys room Smokin' in the boys room Teacher don't you fill me up with your rules Everybody knows that smokin' ain't allowed in school One more time Smokin' in the boys room Smokin' in the boys room Teacher I ain't foolin' around with your rules Everybody knows that smokin' ain't allowed in school |
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from Motley Crue - Theatre Of Pain (1985)
Ninety-thousand screaming watts
Honey dripping from her pot Fill the cup to the top tonight The deadly sin is all we know Pleasure victim, who's next to fall The question is will you please us all tonight? Tonight tonight tonight We need a lover tonight We need a lover tonight We need a lover tonight We need a lover Stand tall and ring the bell The final stroke send you to hell Take your body like a hammer and a nail The taste of love, it might me yours Slide down my knees, taste my sword Can you feel the power inside tonight? Tonight tonight tonight We need a lover tonight We need a lover tonight We need a lover tonight We need a lover Tonight, we need a lover tonight We need a lover tonight We need a lover tonight We need a lover Tonight tonight |
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from Motley Crue - Theatre Of Pain (1985)
Ragtime fast lane--another overdose
You know James Dean wasn't playing the role I said hey, you, what-cha gonna do When the 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 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 hey hey---don't throw it away Don't throw it away |
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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 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)
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 - 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)
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 - 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 - 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)
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 - 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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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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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)
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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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)
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)
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)
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)
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 - 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 - 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 - Dr. Feelgood (1989)
When I get high
I get high on speed Top fuel funny car's A drug for me My heart, my heart Kickstart my heart Always got the cops Coming after me Custom built bike doing 103 My heart, my heart Kickstart my heart Ohh, are you ready girls? Ooh, are you ready now? Ooh, yeh Kickstart my heart Give it a start Ooh, yeh, baby Ooh, yeh Kickstart my heart Hope it never stops Ooh, yeh, baby Skydive naked From an aeroplane Or a lady with a Body from outerspace My heart, my heart Kickstart my heart Say I got trouble Trouble in my eyes I'm just looking for Another good time My heart my heart Kickstart my heart Ohh, are you ready girls? Ooh, are you ready now? Ooh, yeh Kickstart my heart Give it a start Ooh, yeh, baby Ooh, yeh Kickstart my heart Hope it never stops Ooh, yeh, baby When we started this band All we needed, needed was a laugh Years gone by...I'd say we've kicked Some ass When I'm enraged Or hittin' the stage Adrenalin rushing Through my veins And I'd say we're still kickin' ass Ooo, ahh, it kickstart my heart I hope it never stops And to think, we did all of this... To rock Kickstart my heart |
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from Motley Crue - Dr. Feelgood (1989)
When I get high, I get high on speed
Top-fuel funny car's a drug for me My heart, my heart Kickstart my heart Always got the cops coming after me Custom-built bike doing one-oh-three My heart, my heart Kickstart my heart Ooh, are you ready, girls? Ooh, are you ready now? Whoa, yeah Kickstart my heart Give it a start Whoa, yeah, baby Whoa, yeah Kickstart my heart Hope it never stops Whoa, yeah, baby, yeah Skydive naked from an aeroplane Or a lady with a body from outerspace My heart, my heart Kickstart my heart Say I got trouble, trouble in my eyes I'm just looking for another good time My heart, my heart Kickstart my heart Yeah, are you ready, girls? Ooh, are you ready now, now, now? Whoa, yeah Kickstart my heart Give it a start Whoa, yeah, baby Whoa, yeah Kickstart my heart Hope it never stops Whoa, yeah, baby Kickstart my heart When we started this band, all we needed, needed was a laugh Years gone by, I'd say we've kicked some ass When I'm enraged or hittin' the stage Adrenaline rushing through my veins And I'd say we're still kickin' ass Ooh, ahh, kickstart my heart Hope it never stops And to think, we did all of this To rock Whoa, yeah Kickstart my heart Give it a start Whoa, yeah, baby Whoa, yeah Kickstart my heart Hope it never stops Whoa, yeah, baby Whoa, yeah Kickstart my heart Hope it never stops Whoa, yeah, baby Whoa, yeah Kickstart my heart Give it a start Whoa, yeah Okay, boys, let's rock the house! |
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