Took a Greyhound Bus down to Heart attack and Vine with a fistful of dreams and Dimes
So far out, didn't know that I was in
Had a taste for a life of slime
Push came to shove, the 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 keeps us all so enraged
And you loved us, and you hate us and you loved us
We're what? So fucking 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 you walk this way, just find some faith"
Tabloid sleaze just maggots on their knees digging in the dirt for slag
Moonshine, strychnine, speedball, shooting lines
Anything to push their rags
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 fucking beautiful!
Pretty little poison apples, see the scars tattooed on our face
It's your disgrace
Pretty, pretty poison apples, mama said, "Now don't you walk this way, just find some faith"
Blueprints for disaster
You better not push me because I'll bring you to your knees, ooh, to your knees
Blueprints for disaster
You better not love me because I'll bring you to your knees, mama, to your knees
Pretty little poison apples, mama said, "Now don't you walk this way"
"Just find some faith, faith, faith, yeah"
Pretty little poison apples
Pretty, little poison apples
