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MöTLEY CRüE LYRICS
"Theatre demo" (1985 Demo)
1. Hotter than Hell
2. Keep Your Eye on the Money
3. Use it or Lose It
4. City Boy Blues
5. Fight For Your Rights
1. Hotter than Hell
Some like the violence
Some like submission
Some use aggression
Some use a bullet in the head to be brave
Some like the evil
Some need the power
Some bleed in vain
Some get a bullet in the head instead
Some got the go
Some play the role
Some scream out in horror just for show
Some got no reason
Some got no hope
Some like it loud, some like it loud
We like it loud
We like it louder, hotter than hell
Some got the honey
Some hold the pistol
Some need no money
Some hang on the string of obscene
Some got the go
Some play the role
Some scream out in horror just for show
Some got no reason
Some got no hope
Some like it loud, some like it loud
We like it loud
We like it louder, hotter than hell
2. Keep Your Eye on the Money
Black jack roulette
Losing high and low
She's cold as ice
Turn a young man old
Comedy and tragedy
Entertainment or death
Like sister morphine
Hooked on her game
Time to place your bets
If it wasn't for bad luck,
I'd have no luck at all
Keep your eye on the money
Keep your eye on the dealer's hand
Keep your eve on the money
Keep your eye on the lady's hand
Queen of hearts
Or Ace of spades
I'm dancing on the blade
Freak show, goin' broke
The crowd screams on for more
Electric shock won't bring ya back
You've gone over the boards
Can't beat the clock the deck is stacked
The crowd looks on in horror
If it wasn't for bad luck,
3. Use it or Lose It
Ragtime fast lane another overdose
You know James Dean wasn't playing the role
I said hey, you, what-cha gonna do
When time runs out on you
Use it or lose it
Sweet pain is the name of the game
I said hey hey hey hey hey
You better use it before you lose it
You better use it don't throw it away
JFK, Marilyn Monroe
Street walking gypsy-Margaret Trudeau
I said hey, you, what-cha gonna do
Time's run out on you
Use it or lose it
Sweet time is it on my side?
I said hey hey hey hey hey
Better use it before you lose it
You better use it don't throw it away
Sweet pain is the name of the game
I said hey hey hey hey hey
Better use it before you lose it
You better use it don't throw it away, hey
Better use it before you lose it
You better use it don't throw it away
Hey hey hey-don't throw it away
Hey hey hey-don't throw it away
Don't throw it awayRagtime fast lane another overdose
You know James Dean wasn't playing the role
I said hey, you, what-cha gonna do
When time runs out on you
Use it or lose it
Sweet pain is the name of the game
I said hey hey hey hey hey
You better use it before you lose it
You better use it don't throw it away
JFK, Marilyn Monroe
Street walking gypsy-Margaret Trudeau
I said hey, you, what-cha gonna do
Time's run out on you
Use it or lose it
Sweet time is it on my side?
I said hey hey hey hey hey
Better use it before you lose it
You better use it don't throw it away
Sweet pain is the name of the game
I said hey hey hey hey hey
Better use it before you lose it
You better use it don't throw it away, hey
Better use it before you lose it
You better use it don't throw it away
Hey hey hey-don't throw it away
Hey hey hey-don't throw it away
Don't throw it away
4. City Boy Blues
Fireflies and dogfights
Runnin' hot in the heat
Street noise, another bribe
Things too hard to believe-
so head out
My heart's in the country
My feet's in the city with you
All my friends are eaten' sushi
Talkin' bad about you know who who who
My tongue's talkin' riddles
But I just can't seem to find a clue
So I take a swig of whiskey
And jump into the saddle with you you you
And I just can't seem to break the shackles of the city boy blues
I got the city boy blues
I got the city boy blues
I got the city boy blues
I got the city boy blues
And I just can't seem to break the shackles of the city boy blues
Cats in the alley
Rats in my snakeskin boots
All my neighbors think I'm crazy
And my girl thinks I'm losin' my cool cool cool
And I just can't seem to break the shackles of the city boy blues
I got the city boy blues
I got the city boy blues
I got the city boy blues
I got the city boy blues
And I just can't seem to break the shackles of the city boy blues
Don't look to Jesus to change your seasons
It's the American dream
Souls of gypsies, road of stone
Can't seem to find no peace so head out
And I just can't seem to break the shackles of the city boy blues
I got the city boy blues
I got the city boy blues
I got the city boy blues
I got the city boy blues
And I just can't seem to break the shackles of the city boy blues
I got the blues, I got the blues, I got the blues,
I got the blues
I got the blues, I got the blues, I got the blues,
I got the blues
5. Fight For Your Rights
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