MOTLEY CRUE lyrics - Sick Love Song

Wake me up in the morning glory,

Hanging straight your lies and stories

How do you mark your territory



When your trash becomes your treasure,

Your _____ all my pleasure,

Lose your mind at your leisure



Simply said your complicated,

Understand you're overrated,

The more you talk the less you seem to say



We are miserable,

Your are driving me insane



This could be your,

Sick love song

This could be your

Sign that things are going wrong

This could be your

Sick love song

Sick love song

Sick love song



Do me up like a meat grinder

Stone cold blood like the winder

I don't need to know the reminder

Cant understand normal thinking

Drive a sober man to drinking

Take that you drive me straight to hell



We are miserable

Your are driving me insane



This could be your

Sick love song

This could be your

Sign that things are going wrong

This could be your

Sick love song

Sick love song

Sick love song



The more you inhale

The more that you breath

The more that you make me

Wanna scream



This could be your

Sick love song

This could be your

Sign that things are going wrong

This could be your

Sick love song

Sick love song

Sick love song



This could be your

Sick love song

This could be your

Reason not to get along

This could be your

Sick love song

Sick love song

Sick love song

Sick love song

Sick love song

Sick love song

Sick love song

Sick love song

Sick love song

Sick love song

Sick love song