Poison Apples

Took a Greyhound bus down 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 life of slime

When 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 the 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 your disgrace

Oh, yeah

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, strychnines, speedballs, shooting lines

Anything to push their rags

Still we love our Mott the Hoople

It keeps us all 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, pretty poison apples

Mama said, now don't you walk this way

Just find some faith

Blueprints for disaster

You better not push me 'cause I'll bring you to your knees

Oh, to your knees

Blueprints for disaster

You better not love me 'cause 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, pretty poison apples