Тексты песен «Motley Crue»

I'm sitting in this room alone Time is passing by I think of things I've said and done And now I wonder why At times all my eyes see Is a world of misery When I'm overwhelmed with pain You tell me how endeared I am my...

I don't care now what I do 'Cause I am just a fool like you Get my way now everyday, I take all I can get Just like you Just like you Back in ya face, such a disgrace We're the generation swine A rat race from...

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...

I saw a girl, she was walking down the street She was selling holy bible, lory, She was looking at me, yeah She said you know, boy, I can save your soul, For a price I'll have you knockin' on Heaven's door But I, I...

Found me golden angel Gonna do me for a song Love me till tomorrow Who knows if she'll be gone For once I tried to keep her I guess that I was wrong She just wants some money To line her silver tongue (Pre-Chorus) And...

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, girls, girls...

Now come on listen honey I'm talkin' to you Just need an answer Tell me what ya wanna do Now relax and take it easy Stop all your jive Don't leave me hangin' Baby, let me come inside She's such a teaser, the way she...

When we make love It's hard to tell If your dreamin' of me Or someone else That drunken kiss Seems like a lie Don't say it's forever And then say goodbye Glitter, Don't ya leave me, Please, believe me I only want your...

(Instrumental) God bless the children of the...

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,...

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 (Chorus)...

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...

Bashful Betty, such a bondage brat Dressed in latex and coated in sewer rat A serpent's tongue calculating mind Gets top billing for her hip shake divine Look to the sky No rain in sight Better wear your rubber boys If...

(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...

Did you want it this way Breaking us down a little at a time Is it easier now that I'm not around Is it time to draw the line Well, we don't have to pretend That it's a Hollywood ending Leave it to me To act like a...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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 (Chorus) Everybody wants a...