Motley Crue Hammered Lyrics

Act like Jesus crucified again.
These four wall are closing in.
Who and what do you think you are,
A rich mother f___er in a fancy car?
Concrete jackel suckin' on the past,
Goldcard junkie kissin money's a__.

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 a__.
Hey, Mr. big time Hollywood,
Tell your story walkin' if you think you could.
Your money's runnin' low from your cocaine w____s,
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.
Get down on your knees in Hollywood
Time to Kiss some, some a__.