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Mötley Crüe
Mötley Crüe


Background information
Origin Los Angeles, California, USA
Genre(s) Hard Rock
Heavy Metal
Glam Metal
Years active 1981—present
Label(s) Elektra Records
Eleven Seven Music
Mötley Records
Warner Music Group
Associated acts Rock Star Supernova
Methods of Mayhem
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Brides of Destruction
Website Website
Members
Tommy Lee
Nikki Sixx
Mick Mars
Vince Neil
Former members
Samantha Maloney
John Corabi
Randy Castillo



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Mötley Crüe Album


Girls, Girls, Girls (1987)
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Kneel down ye sinners, to
Streetwise religion
Greed's been crowned the new King
Hollywood dream teens
Yesterday's trash queens
Save the blessings for the final ring-
AMEN

Wild side

I carry my crucifix
Under my deathlist
Forward my mail to me in hell
Liars and the martyrs
Lost faith in The Father
Long lost in the wishing well

Wild side

Fallen Angels
So fast to kill
Thy kingdom come on the wild side
Our father
Who ain't in heaven
Be thy name on the wild side Holy Mary
Mother may I
Pray for us on the wild side
Wild side. Wild side

Name dropping no-names
Glamorize cocaine
Puppets with strings of gold
East L.A. at midnight
Papa won't be home tonight
Found dead with his best friend's wife

Wild side

Fatal strikes
We lie on the wild side
No escape
Murder rape
Doing time on the wild side
A baby cries
A cop dies
A day's pay on the wild side
Wild side, wild side
Tragic life on the wild side
Wild side, wild side

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Friday night and I need a fight
My motorcycle and a switchblade knife
Handful of grease in my hair feels right
But what I need to make me tight are

Girls, Girls, Girls
Long legs and burgundy lips
Girls,
Dancin' down on Sunset Strip
Girls
Red lips, fingertips

Trick or treat-sweet to eat
On Halloween and New Year's Eve
Yankee girls ya just can't beat
But they're the best when they're off their feet

Girls, Girls, Girls
At the Dollhouse in Ft. Lauderdale
Girls, Girls. Girls
Rocking in Atlanta at Tattletails
Girls, Girls, Girls
Raising Hell at the 7th Veil Have you read the news
In the Soho Tribune
Ya know she did me
Well then she broke my heart

I'm such a good good boy
I just need e new toy
I tell ya what, girl
Dance for me, I'll keep you overemployed
Just tell me a story
You know the one I mean

Crazy Horse, Paris, France
Forget the names, remember romance
I got the photos, a menage a trois
Musta broke those Frenchies laws with those

Girls, Girls. Girls
Body Shop. Marble Arch
Girls, Girls, Girls
Tropicana's where I lost my heart


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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'

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Found a girl she's mama's pride
I tattooed her and now she's mine
I'll make the toast you raise the glass
Just a few words to kick the world in the ass

Round and round the town
The same ol' story is told
Better lock up your daughter when the Motleys hit the road

We do the bad boy boogie
Bad is bad

There's a method to the madness
We never kiss and tell
Have a drink on the boys
We'll entertain you in style

We're innocent in every way
Like apple pie and Chevrolet
Sweeter pies with different shapes
38-28-38

In and out of town alibis fit like a glove
Tell your daddy not to thank us
Honey, you're a labor of love We do the bad boy boogie
Bad is bad

I got my finger in the pie
My hand in the cookie jar
It's just a lick and a promise
In the back seat of my car

There's a method to the madness
We never kiss and tell
Have a drink on the boys
We'll entertain you in style

We do the bad boy boogie
Bad is bad

I got my finger in the pie
My hand in the cookie jar
It's just a lick and a promise
In the back seat of my car


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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


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She's only fifteen
She's the reason-the reason that I can't sleep
You say illegal
I say legal's never been my scene
I try like hell but I'm out of control

All in the name of rock 'n' roll
For sex and sex I'd sell my soul

Pretty, pretty so innocent
She says you ain't seen nothing yet
Brings me a dirty, dirty magazine
There she was for all the world to see
I try like hell but I'm out of control. All in the name of rock 'n' roll
For sex and sex I'd sell my soul

Says to me daddy
Can I have some candy
Wanna be your nasty
Anytime you want
You know you can have me


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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 your door unlocked
I'll bring a toy guaranteed to put the spring in your shocks

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 it's never free
Sumthin' for Nuthin'
Satisfaction guaranteed
Sumthin' for Nuthin'
Target practice in the dark
Sumthin' for Nothin'
I'm a crack shot on the mark


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The blade of my knife
Faced away from your heart
Those last few nights
It turned and sliced you apart
This love that I tell
Now feels lonely as hell
From this padded prison cell

So many times I said
You'd only be mine
I gave my blood and my tears
And loved you cyanide
When you took my lips
I took your breath
Sometimes love's better off dead

You're all I need, make you only mine
I loved you so I set you free
I had to take your life
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 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

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[Talk]
This one recorded 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 us 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!!!


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Laughing like gypsies, show to show
Livin' my life like a rolling stone
This is how my story unfolds
Traveling man, never at home
Can't find love so I sleep alone
This whiskey river has along way to flow
All that I know is life on this road
Long way from home
In this Rodeo
Rodeo
Rodeo
Rodeo
Rodeo
Not my home
Another day, another night on stage
Lights go down, time to turn the page
Was this all I ever wanted to be
Six hundred miles, the highway calls
Another long day, now the hours get small
Riding out this rock n roll rodeo
All that I kow is life on this road
Long way from home
In this Rodeo
Rodeo
Rodeo
Rodeo
Rodeo
Not my home
All that I kow
Is life on this road
Long way from home
In this Rodeo
Rodeo
Rodeo
Rodeo

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