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MöTLEY CRüE LYRICS
"The Universal Masters DVD Collection" (2005 DVD)
1. Home Sweet Home
2. Girls Girls Girls
3. Hooligan's Holiday
4. Hell on High Heels
5. Same Ol' Situation
6. Live Wire
7. Looks That Kill
8. Wild Side
9. Dr. Feelgood
10. Primal Scream
1. Home Sweet Home
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
Sometimes 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
2. Girls Girls Girls
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
3. Hooligan's Holiday
I'm on a holiday, hooligan's holiday.
Drop dead beauties stompin' up a storm, lines of hell on our face.
Bruised bad apples crawling through the night, busted loose, runaway, oo, runaway.
Always, always a thrill without a motive.
30 days, such a haze.
Everybody wants a piece of the action.
Everybody wants a piece of the pie.
We're on a holiday, hooligan's holiday.
I'm on a holiday, hooligan's.
I gotta get away, hooligan's holiday.
We're on a holiday, hooligan's, yeah.
Cross-eyed derelicts comin', iron horse between our legs.
Tattoos, black manes flowin'.
Everyday's a holidaze.
Everybody wants a piece of the action.
Everybody wants a piece of the pie.
They want a piece of mind.
We're on a holiday, hooligan's holiday.
I'm on a holiday, hooligan's.
I gotta get away, hooligan's holiday.
We're on a holiday, hooligan's.
Modern times and new blood's pumpin'.
Only the strong survive.
4. Hell on High Heels
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 Betty is your date tonight
Honey, it's how ya makin money
Boys call ya
Hell on high heels
Baby, the way ya walk it talk it
Town calls ya
Hell on high heels
Sexy Suki, little geisha girl
Given every samurai a twirl
An HIV V.I.P.
Backseat panties down around her knees
She's got no money
Can't pay the rent
It's a sunny day now baby
Every night on her back that's spent
Honey, it's how ya makin money
Boys call ya
Hell on high heels
Baby, the way ya walk it talk it
Town calls ya
Hell on high heels
Honey, it's how ya makin money
Boys call ya
Hell on high heels
Baby, the way ya walk it talk it
Town calls ya
Hell on high heels
Honey, it's how ya makin money
Boys call ya
Hell on high heels
Baby, the way ya walk it talk it
Town calls ya
Hell on high heels
Honey, it's how ya makin money
Boys call ya
Hell on high heels
Baby, the way ya walk it talk it
Town calls ya
Hell on high heels
5. Same Ol' Situation
She's got an alligator bag
Top hat to match
Dressed in black on black
She's got a philipino girlie
She claims is her friend
I tell you boys you just got to laugh
Now, I used to call her Cindy
She changed her name to "Sin"
I guess it's the name of her game
Well, I really used to love her
Then, the kitty she discovered
It's got to be a sexual thing
Well, all around the world
Girls will be girls
It's the same ol', same ol' situation
It's the same ol', same ol' ball and chain
I say no no no
No no no
Introduced me to her lover
In a cellophane dress
Then they bid me a sweet farewell
Last time I saw them
They were kissing so softly
To the sound of wedding bells
Well, all around the world
Girls will be girls
It's the same ol', same ol' situation
It's the same ol', same ol' ball and chain
(Don't you know, girl)
It's the same ol', same ol' situation
It's the same ol', same ol' ball and chain
I say no no no
No no no
It's the same ol', same ol' situation
It's the same ol', same ol' ball and chain
Girl, it's the same ol', same ol' situation
It's the same ol', same ol' ball and chain
All around the world
Girls will be girls
It's the same ol', same ol' situation
It's the same ol', same ol' ball and chain
It's the same ol', same ol' situation
It's the same ol', same ol' ball and chain
6. Live Wire
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
(pre-chorus)
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.
(chorus)
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
(pre-chorus)(chorus)
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
(chorus)
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
7. Looks That Kill
Now listen up
She's razor sharp
If she don't get her way
She'll slice you apart
Now she's a 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 looks that kill
That kill
She's got the looks that kill
That kill
Chorus:
She's got the looks that kill
Now she's bulletproof
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 our juice, boy
So she turns on the power
Pre Chorus:
She's got the looks that kill
Chorus:
She's got the looks that kill
Now she's bulletproof
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 our juice, boy
So she turns on the power
SOLO
Now listen up
She's razor sharp
If she don't get her way
She'll slice you apart
Now she's a 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 looks that kill
Chorus:
She's got the looks that kill
Now she's bulletproof
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 our juice, boy
So she turns on the power
8. Wild Side
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
9. Dr. Feelgood
Rat-tailed Jimmy is a second hand hood
He deals out in Hollywood
Got a '65 chevy, primered flames
Traided for some powdered goods
Jigsaw Jimmy he's running 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 ignore
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
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 justice
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
Some people call him an evil man
Let him introduce himself real good
He's the only one they call "FEELGOOD"
10. Primal Scream
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