We grew up on Motley Crue
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
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’