Mötley Crüe Album

Slithering towards the dream
All infected with the same disease
Awaiting your flesh to be cloaked in silver
As the fat rats grovel,
Ready to steal your innocence
And exploit your soul

Some will hit their knees
In a rancid act of desperation
While others search
For a hopeless god to save them
For every four, there will be
One hundred thousand fallen
Drowning in a cesspool of awareness
That they have failed
This city, full of plastic angels,
Will seduce you

Welcome to Los Angeles!

It's a dirty job but someone's gotta do it (x4)

yeah, all i ever heard as a kid was I'm born to lose
all i ever wanted was a shot at breakin the rules

i wanna make a lot of money
but i don't wanna go to school
i don't wanna get a real job
i don't wanna be you

I'd rather be dead, yeah I'd rather be dead
I'd rather be face down in the dirt with a bullet in my head

well i ran away and pawned my soul for a switchblade knife
i met a man from mars and a couple other freaks that night

i wanna take on the world
i wanna bang a million girls
i don't wanna wear a 3-piece suit
i don't wanna be you

I'd rather be dead, yeah I'd rather be dead
I'd rather be face down in the dirt with a bullet in my head

I'd rather be dead, yeah I'd rather be dead
I'd rather be face down in the dirt with a bullet in my head

i wanna make a lot of money
but i don't wanna go to school
i don't wanna get a real job
i don't wanna be you

I'd rather be dead, yeah I'd rather be dead
I'd rather be face down in the dirt with a bullet in my head

I'd rather be dead, I'd rather be dead
yeah I'd rather be dead, yeah I'd rather be dead
I'd rather be face down in the dirt with a bullet in my head

I'd rather be dead, yeah I'd rather be dead
I'd rather be face down in the dirt with a bullet in my head
with a bullet in my head

We were drinkin' dinner on th Sunset Strip
The girls doin' powder got a little on her lip
It's just another night
Man I can't take this

Runnin' outta money and I can't pay the rent
The man at the label say we'll never write a hit
Shit
Man I can't take this anymore


Everything's dr-dr-drivin' me crazy
I'm tickin' like time bomb
And I'm about to blow

What's it gonna take to make it
What's it gonna take to make it
I'm a sorry mother f**ker tired of livin' in the gutter
Get me outta here
What's it gonna take to make it
I'll do anything but fake it
What's it gonna take to make it here

So we wrote another song cut a demo on a dime
They didn't like the sound
We didn't fit the times
And the radio station said "it's way too loud"

We took it to the streets just to prove 'em all wrong
We knew we had it right, yeah, we knew it all along
It's just another fight
Man I can't take this

Everything's dr-dr-drivin' me crazy
I'm tickin' like time bomb
And I'm about to blow

What's it gonna take to make it
In the city of sin, yeah the city of angels
What's it gonna take
To Make it out of here

Runaways in a van
All go straight to Hollywood
We'll leave a scar
Don't give a damn
Vandalize the neighborhood

Do you remember when?

We slept all day
in our clothes
but that's okay
in Hollywood

Another shot
Another show
All night long at the Whisky a go-go

Do you remember when?

We were on the run
Got loaded like a shotgun
Living out our dreams
Down at the Whisky

We never made a dime
But god we had a good time
We always made a scene
Down at the Whisky

LA girls they payed the rent
While we got drunk on Sunset Strip
And all the cash they made we spent
On tattoos and cigarettes

Do you remember when?

We were on the run
Got loaded like a shotgun
Living out our dreams
Down at the Whisky

We never made a dime
But god we had a good time
We always made a scene
Down at the Whisky

Oh we were throwing fights
And we were gettin high
Living out our dreams
Down at the Whisky

We were on the run
Got loaded like a shotgun
Living out our dreams
Down at the Whisky

We never made a dime
But god we had a good time
We always made a scene
Down at the Whisky

Yeah Yeah Yeah......

Tonight, there's gonna be a fight
So if you need a place to go
Got a two roof slum
A magnum 7 gun
And the cops don't never show

So come right in
Cuz everybody sins
Welcome to the scene of the crime
You want it, believe it, you got it if you need it
The devil is a friend of mine

Well if you think it's crazy, you ain't seen a thing
Just wait untill we're goin down in flames

[Chorus:]
We are, we are the saints
We signed our life away
Doesn't matter what you think
We're gonna do it anyway
We are, we are the saints
One day you will confess
And pray to the saints of Los Angeles

Red line, tripping on land mines
Sippin at the Troubadour
Girls passed out, naked in the back now
Everybody's goin to score

She's all jacked up, down on her luck
You wan't it, you need it the devil's gonna feed it
Don't cha say it's crazy, you don't know a thing
Just wait untill we're going down in flames

[Chorus]

[Solo]

Give it up, give it up
Give it up, give it up
Give it up, give it up
Give it up, give it up
Give it up, give it up

[Chorus 2x]

I'm just a thorn in your side
The disrespect in your eye
I can't control myself

I'm like a snake in your drain
I'm takin' over your brain
'Cause I can't help myself

Everytime I turn my head
I can hear everything that's said
I know they wish I'd go away

Here... I am... again.
Hey now, hey now
I'm the mutherfucker of the year
Here... I am... again.
Hey now, hey now
I'm the mutherfucker of the year

Call me the jackyl in heat
The blackest cat on the street
You better watch yourself

A hand grenade with no pin
A Razor blade goin' in
I'm goin' straight to hell

Everytime I turn my head
I can hear everything that's said
I know they wish I'd go away

Here... I am... again.
Hey now, hey now
I'm the mutherfucker of the year
Here... I am... again.
Hey now, hey now
I'm the mutherfucker of the year

[Solo]

Here... I am... again.
Hey now, hey now
I'm the mutherfucker of the year
Here... I am... again.
Hey now, hey now
I'm the mutherfucker of the year
Here... I am... again.
Hey now, hey now
I'm the mutherfucker of the year

It feels like thunder
when we're slowly diggin in.

it kinda makes me wonder
about the lovers that have been.
lyin in my bed with her hands tied up
i knew it all along that it wasnt enough
'cus when i gotta taste of you
i found somethin i could sink my teeth into

[chorus]
its an ache that never heals
its the deepest cut you feel
its the thing in you that feeds
the animal in me

its the darker side of lust
its the other side of us
its the thing in you that feeds
the animal in me
the animal in me

i wanna be your last breath
before we suffocate
a kiss you cant forget
like a wedding on a rainy day

the chills keep shootin' down the back of my neck
like a freight train poundin' in the pit of my chest
'cus when i got a taste of you
i found somethin i could sink my teeth into

[chorus]

-Mick's solo-

[chorus x2]

Step right up and listen
Welcome to the show
Sign on the x to sell your soul

It's so automatic
Hocking broken plastic
Royalties you'll never know

Rotting to the core
Give your ass like a whore
Once you take a hit
You need more more more more...

(Chorus:)
Welcome to the machine
Once it sucks you in you'll never leave
Grind you up spit you out
After all you're just a piece of meat
Welcome to the machine

Count your days they're numbered
Where you gonna be
When it all goes down in flames

Sell out to the rats
Make em rich make em fat
Get a poison dwarf to watch your back

They opened up the door, to my insanity
they should've slammed it shut right then
and thrown away the key

they stitched up my head, from my labotomy
they should've never let me out
i'm public enemy

i'm not ok
i'm not ok
the voices in my head always say
--
[chorus]
i should be committed
but being so twisted
'cus everyone knows
i'm just another psycho

i went to the doctor
it wasn't a shocker
when he said i should know
i'm just another psycho
--
shoved into a hole
got covered up with dirt
that's no way to treat someone whose feelings don't get hurt
i don't need a reason
to hurt you just for fun
i terrorize your perfect life, yeah you better run

i'm not ok
i'm not ok
the voices in my head always say (voices in my head)

[chorus]

--Mick solo--

i'm not ok

[chorus x2]

Rolls Royce shoppin',
Like a damn puppet,
Love my cash in Beverly Hills.

Gold Car Lover,
Hamptins watch my cover,*
Hoochie went and jacked up my bills.

Well I know I shouldn't say it, but truth be told,
I really thought that pussy was gold.

Chicks = Trouble,
You had it up again with your gift.*
Chicks = Trouble,
I always step right in,
I always step right in the shit.

Oh yea, I have a jet,
My balls are deep in debt,
And all she hears is cha-cha-cha-ching

But she was more,
A gold-digging whore,
Here come the lawyers again.

Chicks = Trouble,
You had it up again with your gift.*
Chicks = Trouble,
They'll kick you when your down in the ditch.
Chicks = Trouble,
I always step right in,
I always step right in the shit.

They never said I could catch this from a center fold,
I got it bad and the doctor said I should've known,
I should've known, I should've known.

Chicks = Trouble,
You had it up again with your gift.*
Chicks = Trouble,
They'll kick you when your down in the ditch.
Chicks = Trouble,
You had it up again with your gift.*

Oh you had enough?
You get what you give
oh

oh no.

I met her down at Marilyn's Grave, looking like an S & M slave,
drinking like a fool with a prison tattoo on her cheek,

Well i knew it would never last, cause we were running from our criminal past, But none of that mattered I was hot and she was flattered by me,

well I had one or two gram lines to get inside her head, there's no need for roses I just laid her down in bed.

This ain't a Love Song, this is a F**k Song, don't have to sing along,
This ain't a Love Song, It's just a F**k Song, Yeah, Um

She didn't wanna look in my eyes, as we bailed down Beverly drive,
looking for a place to stop, a little place to get high,
Susie didn't call it love, she was good just giving it up,
all she really wanted was a little Rock N Roll that night,

She said "turn it up so f**kin loud, that I can't hear my mind",
She bent down on the bed post, and I watched Suzie grind!

This ain't a Love Song, this is a F**k Song, don't have to sing along,
This ain't a Love Song, It's just a F**k Song, Let's do it all night long, Yeah! Wow!

well I had one or two gram lines to get inside her head, there's no need for roses I just laid her down in bed.

This ain't a Love Song, this is a F**k Song, don't have to sing along,
This ain't a Love Song, It's just a F**k Song, Yeah! Um!

They opened up the door
to my insanity
they should have slammed it shut right then
and thrown away the key
they stitched up my head
from my lobotomy
they should've never let me out
i'm public enemy

i'm not okay (im not okay)
the voices in my head always say (voices in my head)

[chorus]
i should be committed
for being so twisted
'cus everyone knows
i'm just another psycho
i went to the doctor
it wasnt a shocker
when he said i should know
im just another psycho

shoved into a hole
got covered up with dirt
thats no way to treat someone
whose feelings don't get hurt
i dont need a reason
to hurt you just for fun
i terrorize your perfect life
yeah, you better run

i'm not okay (im not okay)
the voices in my head always say (voices in my head)

[chorus x3]

Just a gang of four
Got each other's back
Out for blood like wild dogs in a pack

Tearin' up the world
Put ourselves through hell
Just to have a story we can tell

You can't stop us cuz' we're

Goin' out, goin' out, goin' out, goin' out swingin'
If you got the balls to fight then come on bring it
Goin' out, goin' out, goin' out swingin
Like a midnight alley fight
Come on come on come on come on bring it

Local gutter rats
On the streets of gold
Crashing stolen cars and sellin' souls

Setting off alarms
Watch the system burn
Ain't it crazy how the tables turn

You can't stop us cuz' we're

Goin' out, goin' out, goin' out, goin' out swingin'
If you got the balls to fight then come on bring it
Goin' out, goin' out, goin' out swingin
Like a midnight alley fight
Come on come on come on come on bring it