Hammered

(álbum: Motley Crue - 1994)

Act like Jesus crucified again.
These four wall 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, goldcard junkie kissing money's ass.

You're the monkey on my back and it's time for you to go.
Hammered.
You're more harm than my old vice and I don't want to know.
Hey, Hey, you're hammer, hammer poor.

Now you're feeling low, tired and beaten.
Bring you some blades and daggers, pierce your soul.
Hell, ain't living six feet in the hole.
Get down on your knees in Hollywood time to Kiss some, some ass. Hey, Mr. big time
Hollywood, tell your story walking if you think you could.
Your money's running low from your cocaine whores, nothing but a rat scratching at
my door.
Hey, now I've said all I'm gonna say.
time will judge, see who fades away.

You're the monkey on my back and it's time for you to go.
Hammered.
You're more harm than my old vice and I don't want to know.
Hey, Hey, you're hammer, hammer poor.

Now you're feeling low, tired and beaten.
Bring you some blades and daggers, pierce your soul.
Hell, ain't living six feet in the hole.
Get down on your knees in Hollywood time to Kiss some, some ass.