Letras:
Motley Crue

: 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

: 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

: 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

: 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

: 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

: 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

: Broke dick dog My head slung low Tail knocked in the dirt Time and time of being told Trash is all I'm worth When I was just a young boy Had to take

: Little old man contemplates suicide twice a day. Life's passed him by. Little old woman scared and blind, left alone in desparate times. Life's passed

: 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