Текст песни Poison Apples

Took a Greyhound Bus down to
Heartattack 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.

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 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 fuckin' 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 sleeze just maggots on
their knees diggin' in the dirt for
slag.
Moonshine, strychnine, speedball,
shootin' lines.
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Anything to push their rags.
Still 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 fuckin 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, oo,
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.