Poison Apples

(Music:  John Corabi, Nikki Sixx, Tommy Lee, Mick Mars)
(Lyrics:  John Corabi, Nikki Sixx)


Took a Greyhound bus down heatattack
And vine with a fistful of dreams and dimes
So far out didn't know I was
In had a taste for a life of slim
When push came to shove, music was the
Drug and the band always got to play
Sex, smack, rock, roll, mainline overdose
Man, we lived it night and day

We loved our Mott The Hoople
It kept us all so enraged
And you loved us, and you loved us
And you loved us, we're so fuckin' beautiful

Pretty little poison apples
See the scars tattooed on our face
It's your disgrace
Pretty little poison apples
Mama said now don't ya walk this way
Just find some faith

Tabloid sleaze just maggots on
Their knees diggin' in the dirt for slag
Moonshine, strychnine, speedball, shootin' lines
Anything to push their rags

Still we love our Mott The Hoople
It keeps us all so enraged
And you love us, and you hate us,
And you love us, we're so fuckin' beautiful

Pretty little poison apples
See the stars tattooed on our face
It's your disgrace
Pretty pretty poison apples
Mama said now don't ya walk that way
Just find some faith

Blueprints for disaster
Better not push me cause 
I'll bring you to your knees
Blueprints for disaster
Better not love me cause
I'll bring you to your knees

Pretty little poison apples
See the stars tattooed on your face
It's your disgrace
Pretty pretty poison apples
Mama said now don't ya walk that way
Just find some faith



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