| Song | Poison Apples |
| Artist | Mötley Crüe |
| Album | Mötley Crüe |
| 作曲 : Corabi, Lee, Mars, Rock, Sixx | |
| Took a greyhound bus down heart attack and vine | |
| With a fistful of dreams and dimes | |
| So far out i didn't know that i was in | |
| Had a taste for a life of slime | |
| 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 love 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 fucking beautiful | |
| Pretty little poison apples | |
| See the scars tattooed on our face | |
| It's our 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 so enraged | |
| And you love us, then you hate us, then you love us | |
| We're 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 | |
| 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 |
| zuò qǔ : Corabi, Lee, Mars, Rock, Sixx | |
| Took a greyhound bus down heart attack and vine | |
| With a fistful of dreams and dimes | |
| So far out i didn' t know that i was in | |
| Had a taste for a life of slime | |
| 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 love 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 fucking beautiful | |
| Pretty little poison apples | |
| See the scars tattooed on our face | |
| It' s our 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 so enraged | |
| And you love us, then you hate us, then you love us | |
| We' re 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 | |
| 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 |