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Paroles de la chanson Hammered par Mötley Crüe
Act like Jesus crucified again
These four wall are closing in
Who and what do you think you are, a rich motherfucker in a fancy car?
Concrete jackal 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
These four wall are closing in
Who and what do you think you are, a rich motherfucker in a fancy car?
Concrete jackal 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
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
Bring you some blades and daggers, pierce your soul
Hell, ain't livin' six feet in the hole
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