Interpret:

Mötley Crüe

Album:

Saints of Los Angeles

We were drinkin' dinner on the sunset strip
The girls doin' powder got a little on her lip
It's just another night... Man I can't take this


Runnin' outta money and I can't pay the rent
The man at the label say we'll never write a hit
Shit... Man I can't take this


Everything's dr-dr-drivin' me crazy
I'm tickin' like a time bomb
And I'm about to blow


What's it gonna take to make it
What's it gonna take to make it
I'm a sorry mother fucker tired of livin in the gutter
Get Me Outta Here
What's it gonna take to make it
I'll do anything but fake it
What's it gonna take
What's it gonna take to make it here


So we wrote another song cut a demo on a dime
They didn't like the sound, we didn't fit the times
And the radio station said "it's way too loud"


We took it to the streets just to prove 'em all wrong
We knew we had it right, yeah, we knew it all along
It's just another fight...man I can't take this


Everything's dr-dr-drivin' me crazy
I'm tickin' like a time bomb
And I'm about to blow
What's it gonna take to make it
In the city of sin and the decay of angels
What's it gonna take
To make it out of here