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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


New Tattoo (2000)
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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

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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 leg

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


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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, 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

(chorus)

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

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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

(chorus)

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


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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 out 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 transmit

(chorus)

That's one small step for man

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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 the 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

She turns up the radio
And heads to the show


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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 the heavens above
Yeah, I just got punched in the teeth by love

Construction work it's silicone
Lights are on but no one home
She's painted blue like a cartoon
Every man in town went on the honeymoon
I'm checkin out the heavens above
Yeah, I just got punched in the teeth by love

She's a Hollywood vampirella
A storybook Cinderella
Bitch smile and turned down eyes

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Did you want it this way
Breaking us down a little at a time
Is it easier now that I'm not around
Is it time to draw the line

Well, we don't have to pretend
That it's a Hollywood ending

Leave it to me
To act like a fool begging you to come back
When I had you I had everything
And now all I have is this photograph

There's nothing here to defend
it's not a Hollywood ending

You don't have to go
No, you don't have to go
You could've been the star of
My show anytime
No, you don't have to go The trouble with you
The trouble with me
We ain't meant to be

Well, we don't have to pretend
That it's a Hollywood ending

Another Hollywood ending
it's not as bad as it seems
A Hollywood ending
it's hard to give up your dreams
Another Hollywood ending
All that glitters will fade
A Hollywood ending
Just like the promise you made
Another Hollywood ending

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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 you say it's true
Fake
I'm a dirty little whore
Fake
I'm everything and more
Looks like I'm fake
Just like just like you

40 million records and going strong
Never won a Grammy
Still won't play along in Hollywood
Like we should
(chorus)

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

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

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Got a date with
My modem line
Backdoor valentine

Internet jet set
Credit cards in debt
Going Down
Going 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

My URL has gone all to hell
http I'm addicted to technology

Cyber junkie such a freak


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Written by Evans, Spooner, Steen

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

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
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

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
Mom & Dad live in Hollywood
Hang myself when I get enough rope
Can't clean up, though I know I should
White punks on dope

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