Mötley Crüe - Hooligan's Holiday

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 derilicts 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'.