| Took a Greyhound bus down Heart Attack and Vine
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| With a fistful of dreams and dimes
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| So far out I didn’t know that I was in
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| Had a taste for a life of slime
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| When push came to shove
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| Music was the drug
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| And the band always got to play
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| Sex smack rock roll mainline overdose
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| Man we lived it night and day
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| We love our mott the hoople
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| It kept us all so enraged
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| And you loved us and you loved us and you loved us
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| We’re so fucking beautiful
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| Pretty little poison apples
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| See the scars tattooed on our face
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| It’s our disgrace
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| Pretty little poison apples
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| Mama said now don’t ya walk this way
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| Just find some faith
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| Tabloid sleaze just maggots on their knees
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| Diggin' in the dirt for slag
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| Moonshine, strychnine, speedball, shootin' lines
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| Anything to push their rags
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| Still we love our mott the hoople
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| It keeps us so enraged
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| And you love us, then you hate us, then you love us
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| We’re so fucking beautiful
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| Pretty little poison apples
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| See the scars tattooed on our face
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| It’s your disgrace
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| Pretty little poison apples
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| Mama said now don’t you walk this way
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| Just find some faith
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| Blueprints for disaster
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| Better not push me cause I’ll bring you to your knees
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| Blueprints for disaster
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| Better not love me cause I’ll bring you to your knees
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| Pretty little poison apples |