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[music & lyrics: Tommy Lee]
Rhythm denotes the regular pattern flow
Of sound and movement and speech ya know
Rhythm dictates the soul to stop and go
Of the sound that moves the streets ya know
In a natural phenomenon boom
And it makes ya wanna do it 'til you gotta go
Boom over here, boom over there, boom everywhere
Boom over here, boom over there, boom everywhere
The beat is sweet and it melts in your mouth
This ain't no shit, no doubt
You gotta shake things break things
Everybody take things to a higher level
Pumpin' jumpin' a physical activity
Pumpin' jumpin' a physical profanity
I make a drum speak the language of rhythm
I create this boom for you
Boom over here, boom over there, boom everywhere
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[music and lyrics: Nikki Sixx]
All these years
An angry child
Broken, shattered
Torn inside
Father!
Where were you?
Where were...
I feel old
I feel dead
Barely hangin'
By a thread
Father!
Where were you?
Where were...
To my father
How could you run?
You walked away
Abandoned your son
Broke my heart
Left me dyin'
So fucked up
Where I come from
Broke my heart
Left me dyin'
So fucked up
Where I come from
What's a father without a son
It's like a bullet without a gun
I live to die, I'll fly anyway
You're the knife, and I'm the prey
But you're dead, so fucking dead
We all gotta die, so fucking die
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[music & lyrics: John Corabi]
I'm sitting in this room alone
Time is passing by
I think of things I've said and done
And now I wonder why
At times all my eyes see
In a world of misery
When I'm overwhelmed with pain
You tell me how endeared I am my friend
Somehow we know just what we're thinking
And listen when the other calls
I'm here just waiting for your call
And when we're feeling down
We pick each other up before we fall
You're sitting in your room alone
Life is passing by
You think of things you said and
all that you've done
Now you wonder why
And when all your eyes see
This world of misery
When you're overwhelmed with pain
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She's a revolution
Anarchy in hell on high heels
I get called the villain
Washin' down my love with her pills
Lips are speakin' chaos
But her eyes are
As blue as the sea
She carries Mother's Bible
Mixes valium with her beliefs
And you know she gets me high
I've seen flowers and razors in her hair
She's walkin' trouble with her innocence
I'll just sit here thinkin' on my window sill
She keeps me high, Miss Babykills
She's sugar but she's spicy
Licks the venom off her lips
Dresses like a school girl
Loves her poisoned fingertips
I just know I love her
Sent from up above for me
And you know she gets me high
I've seen flowers and razors in her hair
She's talkin' trouble with her innocence
I just sit here thinkin' on my window sill
She keeps me high, Miss Babykills
I've seen flowers and razors in her hair
She's walkin' trouble with her innocence
I just sit here thinkin' on my window sill
She takes me higher
Takes me higher
I've seen flowers and...
I've seen razors blades
I just sit here dreamin of my latest fill
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[music & lyrics: Corabi, Lee, Mars, Sixx]
I been drinkin' lately girl
You know I'm sick in love
Don't know when I'll be home
Then I see the faces when I'm standin' on the stage
It gets me thru the nights
And when I'm feelin' cold...All I have to do is call
To warm my heart 10.000 miles away
I been feelin' low and I really miss my son
Hey boy I'm callin' you
When I think about our lives it gets me thru the night
And warms my heart 10.000 miles away
You knew this was a hard life, when you met me
Sometimes I can't feel if it's night or day
You know I couldn't trade this baby if I had to
Goddamn, it's hard being so in love it's true
Maybe I'm a gypsy baby livin' on stage
Something's I guess will never change
Girl I know you love me even with this path I choose
I hear you call my name
Anytime at all, anytime at all
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[music & lyrics: Corabi, Lee, Mars, Sixx]
Drop dead beauties, stompin' up a storm
Lines of hell on our face
Bruised bad apples...crawling through the night
Busted loose...runaway!!!
Always, always
Thrill without a motive
30 days just a haze
Everybody wants a piece of the action
Everybody wants a piece of the pie
We're on a holiday, hooligan's holiday
I'm on a holiday...hooligans
I gotta get away...hooligan's holiday
We're on a holiday...hooligans
Cross-eyed derelicts comin'
An iron horse between our legs
Tattoes an black manes flowin'
Everyday's a holidaze
Modern times an new bloods pumpin'
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[music & lyrics: Corabi, Lee, Mars, Sixx]
Act like Jesus crucified again
These four walls are closing in
Who and what do you think you are?
A rich motherfucker in a fancy car
Concrete jackal suckin' on the past
Gold card 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 wanna know
Hey Mr. Bigtime Hollywood
Tell your story walkin'
Your money's runnin' low
From your cocaine whores
Nothin' but a rat scratchin' at my door
Now I've said all I'm gonna say
Times will judge, see who fades away
Hammered!
Now you're feelin' low tired and beaten
Razor blades and daggers
Pierce your soul you're six feet in the hole
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[music & lyrics: Corabi, Lee, Mars, Sixx]
My girlfriend says I can't do this
My wife says don't do that
Another case of P.M.S.
Gonna have a heart attack
I need a small vacation
Maybe fly Jamaica's way
Told my lawyers and accountants
Done took all I can take
Oh no livin' in the no
One more mother breathin' down my neck
I think I will explode
Oh no livin' in the no (how'd ya like to live your life)
Everyday, everywhere I go it's livin' in the no
TV says dead for Christmas
Stalkers on the loose
Another freeway shooting
And I'll be hangin' by a noose
I can't seem to shake it
I guess it's a bad news spell
Special thanks to Mom and Dad
For bringing me to hell
You heard about what "magic" caught
Too many penthouse pets
Oh don't forget your protection baby
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