Interpret:

Mötley Crüe

Album:

Decade of Decadence

Whip that mother out 
You just gotta say, hey, aoaw! 
You gotta scream (scream) 
And shout (shout) 
Oooh, tear it out 
You just gotta say 
Hit it 


Can I say, as a man to a friend 
That I'm blowin' the right fuse 
Yes, so long mother 
A little pain 
I laughed at life's rules 


When daddy was a young man 
His home was living hell 
Mama tried to be so perfect 
And now lif's a padded cell, yeah 


Grab it and shake it 
Reach down and scrape it 
You've just got to, scream (scream) 
And shout (shout) 
Tear that sucker down 
You just gotta say (hey) 
Alright 


Primal scream (scream) 
And shout (shout) 
Suck that talent down 
You've just gotta say 
Check it 
My my mama 
Oooh yeah 


Hey man, get outta my face 
Deal with my problems, at my own pace 
You outta, slow down 
And if you're confused 
Deal with the pressure, by paying the blues 
If you wanna live ong, on your own terms 
You gotta be willing to crash and burn 


Primal scream, (scream) and shout (shout) 
Tear that sucker down 
You've just gotta say (hey) 
Primal scream, (scream) and shout (shout) 
Suck that talent down 
You just gotta say 
Check it 
(scream, shout) 
Oooh, come on come on come on 
He he he!