Cover di Decade of Decadence '81-'91

Decade of Decadence '81-'91
Compilation - 5 ottobre 1991 - Debaser id 50633

di Mötley Crüe

He's the wolf screaming lonely in the night
He's the blood stain on the stage
He's the tear in your eye
Been tempted by his lie
He's the knife in your back
He's rage
He's the razor to the knife
Oh, lonely is our lives
My heads spinnin' round and round
But in the seasons of wither
We'll stand and deliver
Be strong and laugh and

[Chorus:]
Shout-shout-shout
Shout at the devil
He'll be the love in your eyes
He'll be the blood between your thighs
And then have you Cry for more
He'll put strength to the test
He'll put the thrill back in bed
Sure you've heard it all before
He'll be the risk in the kiss
Might be anger on your lips
Might run scared for the door
But in seasons of wither
We'll stand and deliver
Be strong and laugh and
Il tuo voto:
Now listen up
She's razor sharp
If she don't get her way
She'll slice you apart
Now she's a cool, cool black
Moves like a cat
If you don't get her game
You might not make it back

[Pre chorus:]
She's got the looks that kill
That kill
She's got the looks that kill
That kill

[Chorus:]
She's got the looks that kill
Now she's bulletproof
Keeps her motor clean
And believe me, you
She's a number thirteen
The church strikes midnight
She's lookin' louder and louder
She's gonna turn on our juice, boy
So she turns on the power

[Pre chorus:]
She's got the looks that kill

[Chorus:]

[Solo:]
[Verse:]
[Pre chorus:]
Il tuo voto:
Sittin' in the classroom thinkin' it's a drag
Listening to the teacher rap-just ain't my bag
When two bells ring you know it's my cue
Gonna meet the boys on floor number 2

Smokin' in the boys room
Smokin' in the boys room
Teacher don't you fill me up with your rules
Everybody knows that smokin' ain't allowed in school

Checkin' out the halls makin sure the coast is clear
Lookin' in the stalls-nah, there ain't nobody here
My buddies Sixx, Mick & Tom
To get caught would surely be the death of us all

Smokin' in the boys room
Smokin' in the boys room
Teacher don't you fill me up with your rules
Everybody knows that smokin' ain't allowed in school Put me to work the school
book store
Check-out counter and I got bored
Teacher was lookin' for me all around
Two hours later you know where I was found

Smokin' in the boys room
Smokin' in the boys room
Teacher don't you fill me up with your rules
Everybody knows that smokin' ain't allowed in school

Smokin' in the boys room
Smokin' in the boys room
Smokin' in the boys room
Smokin' in the boys room
Teacher don't you fill me up with your rules
Everybody knows that smokin' ain't allowed in school

One more time

Smokin' in the boys room
Smokin' in the boys room
Teacher don't you fill me up with your rules
Il tuo voto:
Friday night and I need a fight
My motorcycle and a switchblade knife
Handful of grease in my hair feels right
But what I need to make me tight are

Girls, Girls, Girls
Long legs and burgundy lips
Girls,
Dancin' down on Sunset Strip
Girls
Red lips, fingertips

Trick or treat-sweet to eat
On Halloween and New Year's Eve
Yankee girls ya just can't beat
But they're the best when they're off their feet

Girls, Girls, Girls
At the Dollhouse in Ft. Lauderdale
Girls, Girls. Girls
Rocking in Atlanta at Tattletails
Girls, Girls, Girls
Raising Hell at the 7th Veil

Have you read the news
In the Soho Tribune
Ya know she did me
Well then she broke my heart

I'm such a good good boy
I just need a new toy
I tell ya what, girl
Dance for me, I'll keep you overemployed
Just tell me a story
You know the one I mean

Crazy Horse, Paris, France
Forgot the names, remember romance
I got the photos, a menage a trois
Musta broke those French's laws with those

Girls, Girls. Girls
At the Body Shop and the Marble Arch
Girls, Girls, Girls
Tropicana's where I lost my heart

Girls, Girls, Girls
Il tuo voto:
Kneel down ye sinners, to
Streetwise religion
Greed's been crowned the new King
Hollywood dream teens
Yesterday's trash queens
Save the blessings for the final ring-
AMEN

Wild side

I carry my crucifix
Under my deathlist
Forward my mail to me in hell
Liars and the martyrs
Lost faith in The Father
Long lost in the wishing well

Wild side

Fallen Angels
So fast to kill
Thy kingdom come on the wild side
Our father
Who ain't in heaven
Be thy name on the wild side Holy Mary
Mother may I
Pray for us on the wild side
Wild side. Wild side

Name dropping no-names
Glamorize cocaine
Puppets with strings of gold
East L.A. at midnight
Papa won't be home tonight
Found dead with his best friend's wife

Wild side

Gang fights
Fatal strikes
We lie on the wild side
No escape
Murder rape
Doing time on the wild side
A baby cries
A cop dies
A day's pay on the wild side
Wild side, wild side
Tragic life on the wild side
Wild side, wild side
Kickin ass on the Wild Side
Il tuo voto:
Rat-tailed Jimmy is a second hand hood
Deals out in Hollywood
Got a '65 Chevy, primered flames
Traded for some powdered goods
Jigsaw Jimmy He's runnin' a gang
But I hear he's doin' o.k.
Got a cozy little job, sells the Mexican mob
Packages of candycaine

He's the one they call Dr. Feelgood
He's the one that makes ya feel alright
He's the one they call Dr. Feelgood

Cops on the corner always ignored
Somebody's getting paid
Jimmy's got it wired, law's for hire
Got it made in the shade
Got a little hideaway, does business all day
But at night he'll always be found
Selling sugar to the sweet
People on the street
Call this Jimmy's town

He's the one they call Dr. Feelgood
He's the one that makes ya feel alright
He's the one they call Dr. Feelgood
He's gonna be your Frankenstein
I've got one thing you'll understand
(Dr. Feelgood)
He's not what you'd call a glamorous man
(Dr. Feelgood)
Got one thing that's easily understood
(Dr. Feelgood)
He's the one they call Dr. Feelgood

He'll tell you he's the king
Of thes barrio streets
Moving up to shangri-la
Came by his wealth as a matter of luck
Says he never broke no law
Two time loser running out of juice
Time to move out quick
Heard a rumour going round
Jimmy's going down
This time it's gonna stick

He's the one they call Dr. Feelgood
He's the one that makes ya feel alright
He's the one they call Dr. Feelgood
He's gonna be your Frankenstein

Let him soothe your soul, just take his hand
(Dr. Feelgood)
Some people call him an evil man
(Dr. Feelgood)
Let him introduce himself real good
(Dr. Feelgood)
He's the only one they call Feelgood

I've got one thing you'll understand
(Dr. Feelgood)
He's not what you'd call a glamorous man
Got one thing that's easily understood
(Dr. Feelgood)
He's the one they call Dr. Feelgood

Dr. Feelgood (Dr. Feelgood)
Dr. Feelgood (Dr. Feelgood)
Dr. Feelgood (Dr. Feelgood)
Il tuo voto:
That woman's got a smile
Puts you in a trance
And just one look at her
Makes you want to dance

Those dark an rosy lips
Only passify
With just a hint of ruthlessness
Sparkling in her eye

She's a teaser, and she's got no heart at all
She's a teaser, and she'll tempt you 'til you
Yes she'll tempt you 'til you fall She'll talk to you in riddles
That have no sence, or rhyme
And if you ask her what she means
She says, she don't got no time

She's a teaser, and she's got no heart at all
She's a teaser, and she'll tempt you 'til you
Yes she'll tempt you 'til you fall

She's a teaser, and she's got no heart at all
She's a teaser, and she'll tempt you 'til you
Il tuo voto:
Broke dick dog
My head slung low
Tail knocked in the dirt

Time and time of being told
Trash is all I'm worth

When I was just a young boy
Had to take a little grief
Now that I'm much older
Don't put your shit on me

Grab it and shake
Reach down scrape it
You just got to

Scream and shout
Rip that mother out
You just gotta say "hey" Oh
Primal scream & shout
Oooh lets tear it out
You just gotta say

Janou said
Meters are red
Gotta blow a neurotic fuse Show a little
A little pain
Unlock a lotta truth

When daddy was a young man
His home was living hell
Mama tried to be so perfect
Now her mind's a padded cell, ya

Grab it and shake
Reach down scrape it
You just got to

Scream and shout
Tear that sucker down
You just gotta say "hey" alright
Primal scream and shout
Suck that terror down
You just gotta say

Hey man, get out of my face
I deal with my problems at my own pace
With your screwed-down, anti-human views
Deal with the pressures by playing the blues
If you wanna live life on your own terms
You gotta be willing to crash and burn


Primal scream and shout
Tear that sucker down
You just gotta say "hey"
Primal scream and shout
Suck that terror down
You just gotta say
Kick it

Scream shout
Come on come on come on
Il tuo voto:
I've been an alleycat, I lived nine lives
Just like a fine wine, I'm better with time
Like a diamondback rattlesnake
I have the rattle if it had the shake

[Pre-Chorus]
Until you, gimme something to believe in
Until you, gimme something to sink my teeth into

[Chorus]
Now when the winds cry Angela
Angela, I'll be there for you
And when the storms scream Angela
Angela, I'll be there

I've been a poet always tongue in cheek
I've seen some scenes man you'd never believe
And like a supercharged rocket ride
You know they'd have gasoline if they had the time (Pre-Chorus)
[Chorus]

Oh Angela
Oh Angela
When the winds cry Angela

Save me - I'm a suck soul sucker in this whiskey ghost town
Save me - Get me in your saddle and ride me into the ground

[Solo]

Ooooh ooooh ooooh, Angela
Ooooh ooooh ooooh, yeah!

[Chorus]

Oh Angela
Oh Angela
Now when the winds cry Angela
Il tuo voto:
Oh I am an anti-Christ
And I am an anarchist
Don't know what I want
But I know how to get it
I wanna destroy the passers by
'Cause I, I wanna be, anarchy
In this fuckin' city

Anarchy for the USA
It's coming sometime, maybe
Give the wrong time
Stop a traffic line
Your future dream is a shopping scheme
'Cause I wanna be, anarchy
Well it's the only way to be

[Solo]

Ha ha ha ha ha ha
There are many ways to get what you want I use the best, well I use the rest
Well I use the enemy
I use anarchy
'Cause I, I wanna be, anarchy
Fuck the rat race man

Is this the PMRC
Or is this the DEA
Or is this the CIA
I thought it was the U.S.A.
Or just another country
Some other fuckin' country
And I, wanna be, anarchy
Oh I wanna fuckin' hear it man
And I, wanna be, anarchy
Let's say it again boys
And I, wanna be, anarchy
Il tuo voto:
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