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| 1. Hell
On High Heels 2. Treat Me Like The Dog That I Am 3. New Tattoo 4. Dragstrip Superstar 5. 1st Band On The Moon 6. She Needs Rock & Roll |
Bashful Betty such a bondage brat Dressed in latex and coated in sewer rats A serpents tounge, calculating mind Gets top dollar for the hip shake divine Look to the sky There's no rain in sight Better wear your rubber boys If Betty is your date tonight My honey, it's how ya makin' money Boys call ya Hell on high heels My baby, the way you walk it talk it Town calls ya Hell on high heels Sexy suki little geisha girl Giving every samurai a twirl An HIV, VIP Backseat panties down around her knees She ain't got no money Can’t pay her rent It’s a sunny day now baby Every night on her back that's spent My honey, it's how ya makin' money Boys call ya Hell on high heels My baby, the way you walk it talk it Town calls ya Hell on high heels My honey, it's how ya makin' money Boys call ya Hell on high heels My baby, the way you walk it talk it Town calls ya Hell on high heels |
Wow!
My honey, it's how ya makin' money Boys call ya Hell on high heels My baby, the way you walk it talk it Town calls ya Hell on high heels My honey, it's how ya makin' money Boys call ya Hell on high heels My baby, the way you walk it talk it (walk it, talk it) Town calls ya (Hell on high, high, high heels) My honey, it's how ya makin' money Boys call ya Hell on high heels Oh yeah, oh yeah Hell on high heels Wow! My baby, the way you walk it talk it Walk it, talk it oh yeah! Town calls ya Hell on high heels (Hell on high, high, high heels) My honey, it's how ya makin' money (money, money) Boys call ya Hell on high heels (Hell on high, high, high heels) My baby, the way you walk it talk it Boys calls ya Hell on high heels Oh baby nice shoes. |
| Music: Sixx, Mars, Neil; lyrics: Sixx Published by Sixx Gunner Tunes/Mars Mountain Music/Ratdaddy Music, administered by Universal Music Publishing (ASCAP). |
| Red Rover, red rover Got a bone but I can't come over Never broken, never trained You got me in the doghouse On this dog chain You treat me Like the dog, like the dog I am You beat me Like the dog, like the dog I am Oh master, go faster You're my bitch and I'm your bastard At the dog pound make me beg Got me with my tail between my legs You treat me Like the dog, like the dog I am You shame me Like the dog, like the dog I am You treat me Like the dog, like the dog I am You kick me Like the dog, like the dog I am Just beat me, just bite me, just break me Treat me like a dog Just blame me, just shame me, then cage me Treat me like a dog |
Cause I need it And I want it And I deserve it Treat me like a dog Please slap me, please smack me Crack me, whack me And attack me Bad dog You treat me Like the dog, like the dog I am You shame me Like the dog, like the dog I am You treat me Like the dog, like the dog I am You kick me Like the dog, like the dog I am Bad dog, bad dog Bad dog, bad dog Bad dog You treat me like a dog Bad dog, bad dog Bad dog, bad dog You treat me like the dog I am You treat me (bad dog) You beat me (bad dog) |
| Music/lyrics: Sixx, Michael Published by Sixx Gunner Tunes, administered by Universal Music Publishing (ASCAP)/Little Big Guy Music (BMI). |
| I've been out drinkin with the boys again Sorry I'm calling after 2 a.m. There's something that I need to say to you I know it's late But this can't wait I just got a new tattoo One love and a, one woman You're my new tattoo Tonight is the very first night of my life with you Until the day I die I promise it's true Everyone will see my new tattoo Tonight I saw your face up in the stars Stumbled here to paint you on my arm There's something that I need to say to you So I wrote this song Cause you belong Right here on my new tattoo One love and a, one woman |
You're my new tattoo Tonight is the very first night of my life with you Until the day I die I promise it's true Everyone will see my I don't want to see us fade away I don't want to be without you another day I could be your Dorian Gray I won't fade away No, I won't fade away One love and a, one woman You're my new tattoo Tonight is the very first night of my life with you One love and a, one woman You're my new tattoo Tonight is the very first night I'll spend with you Yeah-ah Don't wanna be without my new tattoo Yeah-aahh Yeah |
| Music: Mars, Sixx, Michael; lyrics: Sixx, Michael Published by Sixx Gunner Tunes/Mars Mountain Music, administered by Universal Music Publishing (ASCAP)/Little Big Guy Music (BMI). |
Jailbait playmate Freak show masturbate Fuel inject carburete Underage penetrate Mama take me home tonight Mama take me Home Dragstrip, she's a superstar She's got a tight fit, She's gonna make it far Dragstrip, she's so supercharged She's got loose lips, she's a superstar Superstar Black cat cabaret Dancin down the alleyway Doomsday runaway Money shaker on display Mama take me home tonight Mama take me Home Dragstrip, she's a superstar She's got a tight fit, She's gonna make it far Dragstrip, she's so supercharged She's got loose lips, she's a superstar Superstar Dragstrip (dragstrip), superstar (superstar) She's got a tight fit (tight fit) She's gonna make it far (make it far) Dragstrip (dragstrip), she's so supercharged (supercharged) She's got loose lips (loose lips), she's a superstar Superstar |
Superstar, wow!
Does your daddy know now What you show and tell now Does he wish you well On your trip through hell Can't run away on the runway-yeah Dragstrip (dragstrip), superstar (superstar) She's got a tight fit (tight fit) She's gonna make it far (make it far) Dragstrip (dragstrip), she's so supercharged (supercharged) She's got loose lips (loose lips), she's a superstar Superstar Dragstrip (dragstrip), superstar (superstar) She's got a tight fit (tight fit) She's gonna make it far (make it far) Dragstrip (dragstrip), she's so supercharged (supercharged) She's got loose lips (loose lips), she's a superstar Superstar (Dragstrip dragstrip, superstar superstar) (Dragstrip dragstrip, superstar superstar) (Dragstrip dragstrip, superstar superstar) (Dragstrip dragstrip, superstar superstar) Dragstrip (dragstrip), superstar (superstar) Dragstrip (dragstrip), superstar superstar Dragstrip (dragstrip), superstar superstar Dragstrip (dragstrip), superstar superstar |
| Music/lyrics: Sixx, Michael Published by Sixx Gunner Tunes, administered by Universal Music Publishing (ASCAP)/Little Big Guy Music (BMI). |
| There's a problem with the girls here on
Earth They stopped acting dizzy wearing miniskirts Seems like everything
wild is in distaste Gotta get my band off in outer, outerspace I want a place that wants arena rock Along with the girls who wanna suck my... Take our music up and fry some brains Teach a dimension how to go, go insane It can't come too soon Someone always has to break the rules Like a rock n roll cartoon 1st band on the moon Now it won't be too long Until we get to sing our songs Even if we're outta tune 1st band on the moon Everybody watchin on their TV sets Came out of the shuttle dancin penthouse pets And someone grabs a mic and really lets it spit But the band is so loud We blow the, blow the transmit |
It can't come too soon
Someone always has to break the rules Like a rock n roll cartoon 1st band on the moon Now it won't be too long Until we get to sing our songs Even if we're outta tune 1st band on the moon That's one small step for man One giant leap backwards for mankind It can't come too soon Someone always has to break the rules Like a rock n roll cartoon 1st band on the moon Now it won't be too long Until we get to sing our songs Even if we're outta tune 1st band on the moon Even if we're outta tune 1st band on the moon |
| Music/lyrics: Sixx Published by Sixx Gunner Tunes, administered by Universal Music Publishing (ASCAP). |
| Yeah-uh A preacher's daughter with a devil tattoo Mama's little good girl sniffin that glue Her box started buzzing ever since she heard the Crüe White trash mannequin workin on a scheme Livin on adrenaline Daddy can't redeem She turned up her radio And headed to the show She needs Rock N Roll (She's begging please) She needs Rock N Roll You know she's an underage angel with a dented halo She needs Rock N Roll Show Small town girl was a trailer park queen Headin to the city with her starry-eyed dreams Fistful of pills and a fashion magazine Yeah she turns up her radio And heads to the show She needs Rock N Roll (She's begging please) She needs Rock N Roll |
You know she's an underage angel with a dented halo She needs Rock N Roll Show, show (She turns up her radio) WOW! And she turns up the radio And heads to the show She needs Rock N Roll (She's begging please) She needs Rock N Roll You know she's an underage angel with a dented halo She needs Rock N Roll Yeah She needs Rock N Roll (she's beggin) She needs Rock N Roll Yeah-ah-ah-ah She needs Rock N Roll (She's on her knees) She needs Rock n Roll Show, show, show (She needs Rock n Roll) (She needs Rock n Roll) (She needs Rock n Roll) (She needs Rock n Roll) (She needs Rock n Roll) |
| Music/lyrics: Sixx, Michael Published by Sixx Gunner Tunes, administered by Universal Music Publishing (ASCAP)/Little Big Guy Music (BMI). |
| Flash a smile like an alligator Move her hips like a generator All over town like an oil spill If there's meat on the bone she'll wag her tail I'm checkin out to the heavens above Punched in the teeth, teeth by love Punched in the teeth, teeth by love Punched in the teeth, teeth by love Construction work it's silicone Lights are on but no one's home (wow) She's painted blue like a cartoon Every man in town went on the honeymoon I'm checkin out to the heavens above Punched in the teeth, teeth by love Punched in the teeth, teeth by love Punched in the teeth, teeth by love She really broke my heart! Oh yeah |
She's a Hollywood vampirella A storybook Cinderella A bitchin' smile and a turned down eyes Every dog in town lifts his leg on her thigh Punched in the teeth, teeth by love Punched in the teeth, teeth by love Punched in the teeth, teeth by love Punched in the teeth Punched in the teeth, teeth by love (teeth by love) Punched in the teeth, teeth by love Punched in the teeth, teeth by love Punched in the teeth (Oh why she doin' this to me?) Punched in the teeth, teeth by love (all over my girl) Punched in the teeth, teeth by love Punched in the teeth, teeth by love (Kick my ass and she broke my heart) Punched in the teeth |
| Music: Mars, Sixx, Neil, Castillo; lyrics: Sixx Sixx Gunner Tunes/Mars Mountain Music/Ratdaddy Music/Dark Sceptre Music, administered by Universal Music Publishing (ASCAP). |
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Ooh yeah-ah |
Well you don't have to go
Oh you don't have to go You could've been the star of My show anytime No, you don't have to go I called on the phone Came by your home To find out that you're not alone Now we don't have to pretend That it's a Hollywood ending (Another Hollywood ending) It's not as bad as it seems (Another Hollywood ending) It's hard to give up your dreams (Another Hollywood ending) All that glitters will fade (Another Hollywood ending) Just like the promise ya made (Another Hollywood ending) Just like the promise ya made (Another Hollywood ending) (Another Hollywood ending) (Another Hollywood ending) |
| Music/lyrics: Sixx, Michael Published by Sixx Gunner Tunes, administered by Universal Music Publishing (ASCAP)/Little Big Guy Music (BMI). |
| Fake, fake, fake Fake, fake ,fake Spent a million dollars on amphetamines Crashed a lot of cars Fucked all the stupid stars in Hollywood Because I could, because we could So you loved to hate us in your private jets Funny how you bitched and moaned 'Cause you got fat and rich And when I'm dead All you'll put on my headstone is that I'm so fake I'm a dirty little bastard Fake I was always so plastered Fake So why'd you say it's true Looks like I'm fake just like you Fake I'm a dirty little whore Fake I'm everything and more Looks like I'm fake Just like just like you Fake, fake, fake 40 million records and going strong Never won a Grammy Still won't play along in Hollywood Like we should And I'm so fake I'm a dirty little bastard Fake I was always so plastered Fake So you say it's true Looks like I'm fake just like you Fake I'm a dirty little whore Fake I was always such a bore Fake So ya say it's true Looks like I'm fake Just like you |
My diamond rings and cocaine binges
All strung out on your syringes Sold my soul while you sold records I have been your slave forever Hey, what are you fat cats doing anyway? Take our money and flush it down the drain You're so fake You're a dirty little bastard Fake You're always so plastered Fake So you say it's true Looks like I'm a fake like you Fake You're a dirty little whore Fake You're always such a bore Fake So you say it's true Looks like I'm a fake just like you Fake I'm a dirty little bastard Fake I was always so plastered Fake So ya say it's true Looks like I'm fake just like you Fake I'm a dirty little whore Fake I'm everything and more Fake So ya say it's true Looks like I'm fake just like Looks like I'm fake just like Looks like I'm fake just like Just like you |
| Music/lyrics: Sixx, Michael Published by Sixx Gunner Tunes, administered by Universal Music Publishing (ASCAP)/Little Big Guy Music (BMI). |
| Come on, come on Wow! Nah, nah, nah, nah Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah Got a date with My modem line Backdoor valentine Internet jet set My credit cards in debt Goin' Down I'm goin' Down it's under my thumb ..com .cum Web cam super scam Triple X cyber sex Shoot my rocks on the box Peeping Tom on the net Down I'm goin' down Goin' down |
I'm a cyber junkie such a freak
Nah, nah, nah, nah Nah, nah, nah It's dirty love I'm in love with a porno star Nah, nah, nah, nah Nah, nah, nah Just the way it goes I'm in love with a porno star My URL has gone all to hell http I'm addicted to technology Goin' down I'm goin' down Goin' down I'm a cyber junkie such a freak Come on girls When I grow up I want to be just like you just like you When I grow up I want to be just like you just like you When I grow up I want to be just like you just like you |
| Music/lyrics: Sixx Published by Sixx Gunner Tunes, administered by Universal Music Publishing (ASCAP). |
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Teenage had a race for the night time
Spent my cash on every high I could find Wasted time in every school in L.A. Getting loose, I didn't care what the kids say We're white punks on dope Mom & Dad moved to Hollywood Hang myself when I get enough rope Can't clean up, though I know I should White punks on dope (White punks on dope) White punks on dope (White punks on dope) Other dudes are living in the ghetto But born in Pacific Heights don't seem much betto We're white punks on dope Mom & Dad live in Hollywood (Holloywood) Hang myself when I get enough rope I can't clean up, though I know I should White punks on dope (White punks on dope) White punks on dope (White punks on dope) |
WHITE - PUNKS - DOPE
White punks on dope I go crazy 'cause my folks are so fucking rich Have to score when I get that rich white punk itch Sounds real classy, living in a chateau So lonely, all the other kids will never know We're white punks on dope (on dope) Mom & Dad live in Hollyweird Hang myself when I get enough rope Can't clean up, though I know I should White punks on dope (White punks on dope) White punks on dope (White punks on dope) White punks on dope (White punks on dope) White punks on dope (White punks on dope) White punks on d-o-p-e (White punks on d-o-p-e) White punks on d-o-p-e (White punks on d-o-p-e) White punks on d-o-p-e (White punks on d-o-p-e) White punks on d-o-p-e (White punks on DOPE) |
| Written by Evans, Spooner, Steen Published by Irving Music Inc./Pseudo Songs/Bern Doubt Music (BMI). |
