Mötley Crüe Lyrics

11. Hooligan's Holiday

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Hooligan's Holiday from album "Mötley Crüe"

I'm on a holiday, hooligan's holiday.

Drop dead beauties stompin' up a storm, 
Lines of hell on our face.
Bruised bad apples crawling through the night, 
Busted loose, runaway, oo, runaway.

Always, always a thrill without a motive.
30 days, such a haze.

Everybody wants a piece of the action.
Everybody wants a piece of the pie.

We're on a holiday, hooligan's holiday.
I'm on a holiday, hooligan's.
I gotta get away, hooligan's holiday.
We're on a holiday, hooligan's, yeah. 
Cross-eyed derelicts comin', iron horse
Between our legs.
Tattoos, black manes flowin'.
Everyday's a holidaze.

Everybody wants a piece of the action.
Everybody wants a piece of the pie.
They want a piece of mind.

We're on a holiday, hooligan's holiday.
I'm on a holiday, hooligan's.
I gotta get away, hooligan's holiday.
We're on a holiday, hooligan's.

Modern times and new blood's pumpin'.
Only the strong survive.

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