Motley Crue Hammered
Act like Jesus crucified again.
These four wall are closing in.
Who and what do you think you
are, a rich mother f..cker in a
fancy car?
Concrete jackel suckin' on the
past, goldcard junkie kissin
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 feelin low, tired and
beaten.
Bring you some blades and
daggers, pierce your soul.
Hell, ain't livin' 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 walkin' if you think
you could.
Your money's runnin' low from
your cocaine whores, nothin' but a
rat scratchin' 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 feelin low, tired and
beaten.
Bring you some blades and
daggers, pierce your soul.
Hell, ain't livin' six feet in the
hole.
Get down on your knees in
Hollywood time to Kiss some, some
ass.
