Hammered Mötley Crüe

Act like Jesus crucified again
These four walls are closing in
Who and what do you think you are?
A rich motherfucker in a fancy car?
Concrete jackal suckin' on the past
Goldcard junkie kissin' money's ass

You're the monkey on my back and it's time for you to go
Hammered
You're more harm than my advice and I don't want to know

Hey, Mr. Big-time Hollywood
Tell your story walkin' if you think you could
Your money's runnin' low from your cocaine whores
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 advice and I don't want to know

Hey, hey, you're hammered, hammered 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
Down on your knees, Hollywood
Tell me, get me some