We grew up on Motley Crue

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I Never met someone as fucked up as you

I thought I was but you were through and through

You remind me of old DC tunes

Retrospect you were Motley Crue

 

Don’t even know, I could be wrong

But that shit works in this fucking song

Go to bed, people say,

Fuck you, that be too cray (wanted to say gay, but that was too fucking cray, but I still may...or may just leave this long explanation about why I didn’t use gay...know you would say “and that’s ok” holy fuck, I’m fucked in the head, I better go to fucking bed)

 

Nothing’s real and nothings wrong

 

Shouldn’t say that, but it’s ok

It be funny like Tina Fey

I can’t stop hearing that fucking sound

It be fucked like Tamie Downe

 

You be like a fucking Christmas tree

At a party, and it’s all free

You never seen the writing on the wall

Never can, when your in the stall

 

I kind of feel like Eminem

Kid Rock was one of them

How does my brain connect the dots?

I don’t know but it won’t stop!

 

Feel like I wrote this before

If I did...who gives a fuck?

This shit here is the repeatin kind

I’m just sittin here wasting time

Drinkin, smokin, tryin ta free my mind

 

Got your number off the bathroom wall

Gone shootin

Seemed like the thing to do

Nobody had a fucking clue

 

Is there a way fucking out of here?

Fuck knows but shedding a tear

Gone shootin

My brother’s gone shootin

 

Random old DC songs

Can’t really be nothing wrong

Faster Pussycat was fucking dope

Now everything is a fucking joke

 

Laying in bed, feeling owned

You and Bon came and got me stoned

Shit we did was off the hook

I really gotta write a fucking book

 

First Nirvana on our back deck

You said might be the best shit yet

But we grew up on Motley Crue

They be you dude through and through

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We grew up on Motley Crue

They be you dude through and through

Who made Who?

 

They be you dude through and through

Who turned the screw?

 

My brother’s gone Shootin’

 

Don’t change that song

It’s my favorite record

Robyn Crosby and Jani Lane

Layne Staley and Kurt Cobain

 

You all be like the fucking same

 

Got your number off the bathroom wall

For a good time call

 

We grew up on Motley Crue

They be you dude through and through

 

Gone shootin’