The Dirt (2019) Movie Script

The 1980s.
The worst fucking decade in human history.
Preppies and keyboards,
stupid haircuts,
and "Just Say No."
It all fucking sucked!
So, what do you do
when you're born in the wrong time?
You make it yours.
And that's what we did
to the Sunset Strip.
We lived just up the street from
the world famous Whisky a Go Go.
Every weekend, kids from the Valley
to the beach flooded the strip.
And after the shows,
they brought the party to our place.
The cops kicked in our door
so many times, we had to nail it shut.
So everybody used the window.
That's Tommy, our drummer.
He makes a lot of bad choices.
Check this out.
You're gonna fucking freak!
Speaking of bad choices, that's me,
trying to prove how punk I am.
Hey, open the door.
I know you're in there, Kayla.
Come on, open the door.
Is that really you?
What the fuck do you think?
That's our singer, Vince.
He's not thinking about her,
he's thinking, "Damn,
I look good on that flyer."
Hey, are you in the band?
What band?
And Mick Mars.
He's an alien.
- What were you doing in there?
- Don't worry about it!
We weren't a band. We were a gang.
Holy shit, guys. Here it comes.
A gang of fucking idiots.
I guess if I'm gonna
tell this story right,
we should start with my happy childhood.
So let's go back
to before I was Nikki Sixx.
Back to Frank Carlton Feranna Jr.
That's me.
My dad named me that after himself,
right before he split.
Which just left me
with these three things.
Up and down.
I told you to brush up and down.
Piece of shit!
A revolving door of asshole stepfathers.
And music.
Life is the same
And it always will be...
Turn it fucking down, Frankie.
But I can't get no satisfaction
All I want is easy...
What's that?
What's it look like?
Where'd you get it?
He probably stole it.
Who the fuck is this guy?
You think I don't know
where you got all this shit?!
So you noticed something I did, for once!
Don't you talk to your mother like that,
you little prick.
Seriously? Who the fuck are you?
Y'know what? I don't even care.
Gonna be another you tomorrow, anyways.
You wanna know who this is?
He's another man in my life
that you're gonna drive away...
just like you did your fucking father!
I was two years old, you bitch!
He left you!
Then how come he never
tried to call you then, Frankie?
Fuck you!
Get the fuck outta here!
Open the fucking door, Frankie!
Open that fucking door!
God damn it!
You little shit! Open the fucking door!
Open the fucking...
No! No, baby! No! No!
What are you doing, baby?!
And that's when I had my mom arrested.
Of course I didn't hurt him.
Frankie, will you please
tell her what happened?
- I gave birth to him.
- Calm down...
He is my son.
I am calm.
Frank, you need to be honest
about what happened.
So, you're sticking to your story?
She attacked you with a knife?
Here's what's gonna happen, Frank.
If we take her away,
the state is gonna put you
in a juvenile home until you're 18.
Is that what you want?
It's not my fault.
I'm gonna give you a moment
with your son, so...
behave yourself.
Come on, Frankie.
Why are you doing this?
I'm your mother!
Are you fucking kidding me?
I wanted a mom,
but you only care about yourself
and all of your stupid boyfriends.
- Listen to me, Frankie.
- No, you listen to me, okay?
I'm not gonna see you.
I'm not gonna answer to you.
You're just gonna leave me alone...
Do what you want.
Maybe I wanted her to care,
but fuck it!
I knew what I needed.
It just took me a while to get there.
I ended up on the streets of Hollywood.
I was broke and starving,
and I had no one to trust,
so I made the mistake
that many unwanted children make.
I went chasing ghosts.
Is this Frank Feranna?
Who's this?
Oh, hi, Mr. Feranna.
This is your son...
- Frank Jr.
- Son?
What are you talking about?
- No, my...
- I don't know who you are.
No, my mother, she's Deana...
Don't call here again.
That was the last time
I spoke to my father.
And the last time I used his name.
Frankie died just the other night...
Nikki Sixx?
Some say it was suicide
- But we know
- Okay.
How the story goes
With his six-string knife
and his streetwise pride
The boy was a man before his time
And she knew
All their dreams would come true
Well, on with the show
Going on with the show
Come on, baby
No, no, no
Oh, my, my, my
My, my, my
Oh, baby
Dude! Fuck, yeah! Finally, my turn.
How much time is Nikki gonna get
in this movie, bro? Fuck!
This dude tried
to puthis own mother in jail, man.
I mean, I love him, but sometimes,
it's dysfunction junction over there,
you know what I mean?
See, I'm not like that.
I'm just a hopeless
fuckin' romantic, dude.
All love, all the time.
- Hey.
- So, who's on tonight?
Those dudes.
They've been selling out weekends
at the Starwood, which is, like, huge.
Pretty rad, man.
- Good try, Pop.
- Your mom made dinner. You coming down?
- I'm already late to pick up my girl.
- You got a new girlfriend?
Yeah, but I think I'm in love
this time for real.
- Thanks, Mom.
- You're welcome.
Thank you, sweetie.
God! Get a room, guys.
Eat. You're too skinny.
Yeah, chicken legs!
You got 'em too.
Oh, my God! Those are my pants. Mom!
they look so much better on me!
Later, creators!
You should have told him to take them off!
That rocked!
It was way better than the last time!
Did they fight each other
on stage last time?
That was the rad part!
Two, please.
Dude! Dude!
Don't look. Wait.
Okay, look now,
but don't look like you're looking.
Oh, fuck!
You totally look like you're looking.
That's Nikki fucking Sixx.
- Who?
- From the band we just saw.
Should I go talk to him?
I should talk to him, right?
Yeah, I guess.
Be right back.
Hey, that was badass, dude.
The show, not the nose, but...
- Nose was pretty badass too.
- The singer's an asshole.
I know. I saw.
Hey, fuck him, though. He deserved it.
I got your poster on my bedroom wall.
I can't believe I just said that.
Take the fucking poster down, man.
London's over.
Anything else I can get you, boys?
Could you get me a Jack and Coke?
- And for you, hon?
- Blueberry pancakes, please.
My new band is gonna be something
nobody's ever fuckin' seen before.
That dude looks pretty cool.
Do you carry those with you everywhere?
Where'd you learn to do that?
High school marching band.
Hey, but I rock too.
- Thank you, Dottie.
- Only for you.
Whoa! Whoa!Whoa!
What the fuck, dude?
That's not what I showed you, man.
Yeah, I know, but it's not like
anything I've ever played before, man.
That's the fucking point, man.
Let's take a break.
Well, I...
Tommy, outside.
- Tommy.
- It's all good, man.
I'm just not feeling it, man.
I can't put my...
He's a rhythm guy, man.
We'll sound better when we find a lead.
Holy shit.
Check this dude out.
Whoa, dude. You got it?
- Here for the audition?
- Yep.
- Well, I'm Tommy.
- Mick Mars.
- I'm the drummer.
- Scrawny for a drummer.
I used to be in Suite 19, so...
Shitty band.
- Hey, man, did you ever even see us play?
- Suite 19?
- Yeah.
- Don't need to.
Band with a shitty name,
ten times out of ten, shitty band. Hey.
- Hey, man.
- What the fuck do you know?
Been in a lot of bands with shitty names.
- So you think you got it?
- Let's just fucking play it.
Whoa! Whoa! Hold up!
Hey, you mind turning downa little bit,
old timer? I can't hear myself.
Fucking hippie ain't gonna make it.
So tell him.
Listen to me.
There's only room for one guitar player
in this band, and that's me.
So why don't you...
pack up your toysand go home?
Okay, I was here first, all right?
Tommy, tell him.
Nikki? Come on!
You're gonna listen to this old dude
over me?
Then fuck you guys, man.
And your shitty fucking band.
- So how old are you, Mick?
- Fuck you, you fucking teenager.
What did I say?
to these kids, I was ancient.
But they didn't know I was
slowly becoming a fucking cripple too.
Ankylosing spondylitis.
It's a degenerative bone disease.
It affects the joints and the ligaments
that allow your spine to move.
It's not a disease.
It's a curse.
It's like hot, quick-drying cement
growing on the inside of your spine,
making it so heavy, over the years,
it starts to pull you to the ground.
you're goddamn right I'm old.
Old enough to know better
than to waste my time fucking around
with a bunch of rug-monkeys.
I'm paying child support
and sleeping on park benches,
so I need to know
you're not pulling dick here
'cause I'm looking to go the distance.
And if that's not you guys,
let's not waste the fucking time.
- I fucking love this weird little guy.
- He's real, dude.
someone mind telling me
who does the singing in this band?
What we need is a dude
that looks like David Lee Roth
with a vibe like fucking Bowie,
and I'm not about to settle for some
regular looking, normal sounding asshole.
we're looking
for a skinny, blond fuckerwith moves.
Wait. I think I know our guy, dudes.
You got my motor racin'...
- Hey!
- What's up, man?
I wanna set you reelin'
I wanna make you feel
the way that I do...
A fucking cover band?
Yeah, but I'm telling you,
I went to high school with this dude.
I've been thinkin' about you...
Okay, that is exactly who we need.
And I don't wanna lose ya
You're my kinda lover
My kinda lover
My kinda lover...
His voice ain't bad.
I don't care if he can sing or not.
Look what he's doing to those chicks.
You're my kinda lover
My kinda lover
My kinda lover
My kinda lover...
Yeah, Vinnie!
Woo! Thank you. We're Rock Candy!
Shitty name.
He's fucking perfect, man.
He's pretty good.
Got moves.
Get a beer?
They say you're gonna be a rock star.
Oh, yeah?
Is it true?
What the fuck do you think?
Would you get a load
of thisblond-haired bitch?
Tommy, damn!
Come here, fucker!
Good to see you, man.
I'm in a band now, dude.
With those guys right there.
Dude, we watched you kill it today, man.
You've gotta come jam with us.
Come on, I got something going on.
I can't.
Oh, fuck that, man. Listen to this.
My number's on the front. Call us.
- All right, later.
- See you soon.
I think he's in.
Okay. There was no way I was
calling Tommy and his sketchy friends.
I was in a band to get laid,
not scare chicks away.
What did you wanna be when you grew up?
Not a fucking electrician...
getting pissed on all day,
I'll tell you that much.
I think it's important for us to...
like, say what we want in life, you know?
It's like...
if you say it enough,
it just kinda happens.
Like the universe is listening.
- Come on, try it.
- Oh...
Say what you really want
more than anything.
- What I really want more than anything?
- More than anything.
A fucking blowjob.
You think the universe
can make that happen?
You know, Tommy did let me sleep
in his van when I ran away from home.
Maybe I should call him tomorrow.
Tommy, your boy's here.
Who's the chick?
Which one?
- Hey, man. Nikki.
- What's up, man? Vince.
Come in.
- Hey! What's up, Vince?
- All right!
- How are you?
- Yeah, man.
- This is Mick Mars.
- What's up, man?
- Listened to the tape?
- Yeah.
And we got you some lyrics.
This is "Live Wire."
Yeah, I like this one.
What's up, babe?
I'm just trying to make sure these guys
are good enough to play with you.
Plug me in, I'm alive tonight
Out on the streets again
Turn me on, I'm hard to stop
Something you'll never forget
Take my fist
Break down walls...
- This isn't right.
- I'm on top tonight
All right. Stop.
Sorry, what?
This music's way too heavy, baby.
Thank you.
Why don't we just tune it all down
a whole step so that he can...
Let's play it faster, too.
- If you really stretch out the chorus...
- Uh-huh.
...and punch the top, man.
- Okay.
- Hit this note, right here.
- And muzzle that.
- Hey, fuck you, asshole!
He doesn't tell me what to do,
so go fuck yourself, motherfucker!
Plug me in, I'm alive tonight
Out on the streets again
Turn me on, I'm hard to stop
- Something you'll never forget...
- Yeah.
Take my fist, break down walls
I'm on top tonight
No, no
You'd better turn me loose
You'd better set me free
'Cause I'm hot, young, running free
A little bit better than I used to be
'Cause I'm alive
Live wire
'Cause I'm alive
I'm a live wire
'Cause I'm alive
Live wire
'Cause I'm alive
- I'm a live wire...
- Holy shit.
Fucking roach! I'm gonna fix it!
Burn, fuckers!
So here's my theory, okay?
If we want to knock people on their asses,
then we've gotta give them a show.
The punks,
they're doing the minimalist thing,
so let's take it
in the exact opposite direction.
I'm talking a stadium show
in the clubs, man.
Like, costumes and lights and...
- Pyro. Flames and shit.
- Exactly.
- Explosions.
- Exactly.
Look, it's a fucking war out there,
and the only way we win
is by showing these kids
something they've never seen before.
- So what do we call this thing?
- Where is it? Here.
You know, it's all about being,
like, fucking larger than life.
On a scale of one to ten,
that gets a 1.9.
It's a play on Christmas. You can use
all the Christ imagery and shit.
It'll piss people off
and make people think, you know.
It's got shock value.
I'm shocked by how much it blows.
All right then, assholes.
You give it a shot,
but fucking make it big!
Here. Use my pen, Tommy.
What have you got, Tommy?
The Fourskins? Really, Tommy?
Yeah. 'Cause we're gonna fuck
the audience in the face every night.
Yeah, but can you see that shit
on the marquee above the Forum?
Okay, you're right. I'm out.
Come on, Mick.
You've gotta do better than that.
I've been waiting
a long time for this day.
All right.
You knows he's gotta get away
To the merry-go-round and round
Count the times
that he laid awake at night thinking...
That's sick, dude!
- Right?
- Yeah.
Merry-go-round and round
Merry-go-round and round
Merry-go-round and round
Merry-go-round and round...
Yeah! That's gnarly, dude.
Man, my girlfriend spent, like,
800 bucks on these leather pants.
You like 'em?
They're cool, bro.
- You say everything's cool, Drummer.
- Thanks, man.
So you think there's gonna be
anybody out there tonight?
We put up enough fliers. I hope so.
All right!
We're Mtley Cre!
Come on.
You suck!
- Get off the stage!
- Sorry, dude.
Come on, boys. Let's rock this hole!
Who's the chick singer?
Fuck you, asshole.
Are you fucking kidding me?
Our first show
and it's gonna go like this?
Dude. Hey!
Hell, yeah, it's gonna go down
like this. Let's kick some fucking ass!
- Come on!
- Fuck you, man!
Get the fuck out of here.
Chill out! Get up! Get the fuck out. Go!
Fuck, yeah! Mtley Cre!
All right, let's go.
Don't you know, know, know
It's a violation
I still hear you saying
Such a perfect, perfect night
No, no, no
Fight all temptation
Well, in a black-hearted alley fight
I'm screaming
Take me to the heights tonight
Take me to the top
Take me to the top
Take me to the top
Take me to the top
Take me to the top
Take me to the top
Take me to the top
Take me to the top
Take me to the top...
And how about we repeat that, like, here.
Yeah. And then we do that fucking shit.
Hey. Tom Zutaut. Elektra Records.
How are you?
Back of the line.
Oh! No, no, no.
I'm serious. I just got promoted.
I haven't actually signed
any bands yet, but...
- Back of the line!
- All right. Seriously. Jeez, man!
- Ladies.
- But I still hear you saying
Take me to the top
Take me to the top
Take me to the top
Take me to the top
Take me to the top...
What the fuck?!
- You bitch!
- Babe...
Fuck you! Piece of shit!
- Babe!
- Motherfucker!
Fuck! My pants! Babe!
Fuck you!
I fucking love those pants.
Take me to the top
- To the top and throw me off
- Take me to the top
- To the top and throw me off
- Take me to the top
- To the top and throw me off
- Take me to the top
- To the top and throw me off
- Take me to the top
To the top and throw me off
Take me to the top
Don't hold out on me, man.
Come on.
She comes over, I look at her,
I look at her friend, and I'm like...
"Do you wanna join?"
She's like, "I got a boyfriend."
Hey, guys. I'm Tom Zutaut.
I work for Elektra Records.
- Nice to meet you, bro.
- Hey, man.
I'd love the opportunity to talk with you
if you have a second.
- Wanna sit down?
- That's really cool.
- Sit. Do it.
- Thank you.
- Scoot over.
- Yes, absolutely.
Listen, I've been seeing what you guys
have been doing in LA,
and I think, with my help, I think I could
really do something for you...
What is...
Oh, my God!
Not for you?
- No, thanks.
- You sure?
No, thank you.
Anyway, let's get backto,
you know,what I was talking about.
So, what do you guys say?
Do you want a record deal?
Is that a yes?
I don't know if we can trust a dude
who turns down a free blowjob.
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
Elektra Records signed us
to a five-album deal.
Tommy, vacuum this mess up.
Yes, sir.
We got a fat cash advance,
which meant better drugs
and bigger parties.
We were the kings.
I mean, look at this place!
Everybody wanted to party with us.
Can I get a fucking line, man?
Yeah, right, man.
Get the fuck out of here.
I mean,
Diamond Davefrom Van Halen,
right there on our fucking couch!
Can I get a line of that?
Whoa! What the fuck, dude?!
Chill out, asshole. It's cool.
Cool? That is David Lee Roth.
How about you show a little respect
or get the fuck out?
Make me, motherfucker.
You fellas are gonna need a manager.
Hey, Dave.
What's everybody looking at?
This didn't actually happen.
Doc never came to this filthy shithole.
We met him at the Santa Monica
Civic Center after a show.
He also brought his partner, Doug Thaler.
Doug's a good guy, and it's kinda shitty
he got cut from this movie,
but I think
this isas good a version as any.
on with the goddamn show.
Oh, good. You met Doc.
He works with James Brown,
Kiss, you name it.
Fucking hate Kiss.
Well, I make them a shitload of money,
and I take care of everything they need,
- which is what I'm gonna do for you.
- Oh, yeah? And how are you gonna do that?
Look, I know what I see up there.
Anyone can start a band
and crap out a song or two,
but not many have the vision
to go the distance.
And you guys need someone to guide you
through the fucking wilderness.
And you're gonna be that someone?
You're goddamn right I am.
All right.
This was our fucking moment.
We'd conquered the Sunset Strip,
and it was time
for Americato meet Mtley Cre.
We're gonna fucking die!
on behalf of Elektra Records,
I just wanna wish you good luck tonight.
Where's Vince?
Just saw him in
the dressing room getting ready.
This is your first big show, and there's
18,000 people out there tonight, so...
please don't fuck this up.
Thanks, Tom.
Hey, let's go find Vince. Come on.
Fuck all that.
You guys just do what you do.
Jesus Christ.
Have you seen my date? She's a brunette.
She's wearing a leopard-skin bikini top.
You've gotta find her 'cause
if she misses the show, she'll kill me.
Hey, Vince.
Got a shitload of babes
waiting out here for you, bud.
All right. Cool, man.
Just hurry up.
Vinnie, come on, man. Let's go!
Jesus fucking Christ.
You do realize we just signed
a record deal with his company
and that fucking his girlfriend
could seriously fuck that up?
Only if he finds out, man.
I found out many years later,
and it hurt really bad.
Bottom line is, don't ever leave
your girlfriend alone with Mtley Cre,
Because they'll fuck her!
Seriously, we're gonna die.
- I'm okay.
- Right, listen up.
Come on, gather round, guys.
Look where we are.
We've got an old man, a kid drummer,
a cover band singer and a fucking runaway.
No one would have thought
we'd make it here, so fuck them.
Win it all or lose it all,
we're Mtley fuckin' Cre.
So let's destroy these motherfuckers!
- Yeah.
- Come on!
Ladies and gentlemen,
from Los Angeles, Mtley Cre!
Title track from our up-and-coming album.
We call it "Shout at the Devil."
Shout! Shout at the Devil
He's the wolf screaming
lonely in the night
He's the bloodstain on the stage
He's the tear in your eye
Been tempted by his lie
He's the knife in your back
He's rage
He's the razor to the knife
Oh, lonely is our lives
My head's spinning round and round
But in the seasons of wither
We'll stand and deliver
Be strong and laugh and
Shout at the devil
- Shout
- Shout at the devil
Mtley Cre, no strangers to controversy,
are under fire once again
for their latest Satanic song,
"Shout at the Devil."
The group brushed off the accusations,
claiming it's shout at the devil,
not with the devil.
Parents, be warned,the group continues
to play the song on tour
with the Prince of Darkness himself,
Ozzy Osbourne.
How many chicks have you fucked so far?
- Three.
- No, not today, on the tour.
Oh, man!
I lost count after that gang bang
in Salt Lake City.
That was fun.
What about you, old man?
Did you ever stop to think
that the slobs who fuck you guys
probably fuck every other band
who comes through town?
Yes, they do.
Dude, we're like pussy brothers
with the whole scene.
I happen to have respect for myself
and the females of our species,
unlike you animals.
Let's have some fucking fun, huh?
- Morning, Oz.
- You guys need some drinks, eh?
Well, drinks are on me.
Take it. Go on!
Come on!
It's like a piggy bank in there.
All right,
I'll just leave it there for you.
Drinks are on me!
- Drinks are on me.
- Morning, Oz.
- Hey.
- I'll take a refill.
I gotta hand it to you, Oz.
All these years,
and you're still keeping up with us kids.
Keeping up with them?
I've fucking lapped you, mate.
Now come here
and have a talk with your Uncle Oz.
Come on.Come on.
Now, this is your first real tour, right?
I want you to be careful.
Have fun,
but know when to say when.
'Cause a life full of booze, drugs,
and unprotected sex
is only gonna fuck you up, man.
I mean, you take it too far,
and you'll go fucking mad!
And give me a straw. I fancy a bump.
- Oh, man.
- All right, we're all out of blow, dude.
- Man, we're out.
- I said I want a bump.
Straw, please.
Oh, fuck!
You think you're ready for that, man?
Do ya?
Do you think you're ready for that?
Everybody else has a drink.
Oh, my God!
You're a god, dude.
Crazy fucker.
- Oh, Nikki...
- Watch this.
Nikki, please don't.
I can't unsee that!
I had managed the Scorpions,
Bon Jovi, Skid Row,
I had been dragged
through the deepest shit
with all kinds of mentally ill people.
Fire in the hole! Nikki, you got a fire!
But I have never been through
what Mtley Cre put me through.
Now, listen up
She's razor sharp
If she don't get her way
She'll slice you apart
Now, she's a cool, cool black
She moves like a cat...
They sold over a million albums
and were making more money
than they'd ever imagined.
And they spent it even faster.
She's got the looks that kill...
What did you idiots do now?
Holy shit, dudes!
She's got the looks
She's got looks that kill
She's got looks that kill...
They weren't like other bands
who raised hell
because they thought that's what
rock stars were supposed to do.
Mtley Cre did stupid things
because they were Mtley Cre.
So sorry, man.
What happened?
It slipped, man. Right through.
What the fuck?!
Turn on the power
She's got the looks that kill
That kill
She's got the looks that kill
That kill
Come here.
Come here.Come here.
What's your name?
Buy a dance and I'll tell you, rock star.
You're on.
She's got the looks...
Mtley Cre!
You all all right?
Razzle. Hanoi Rocks.
What's up, man?
We're touring the States
for the first time, mate.
All right. Sit down, join us.
Fucking hell!
Hey! She's got looks that kill
She's got looks that kill...
I fucking love America!
- I love this guy, man.
- Yeah, boy!
She's got looks that kill
She's got the looks...
Hi! What are you doing here?
I told you, you don't need
to work here anymore. You're my girl.
I've still gotta pay rent.
Not if you move in with me, you don't.
Yeah, fucking move in with me.
I love you.
Oh, yeah.
Hold still.
Ohhh! Whoo!
Hey, Sixx.
Tommy's looking for you.
He wants to introduce you to his parents.
I see you've already met his girlfriend.
Check this out. Pyro coming out of those.
Fake rocks.
Pretty cool.
Ooh, Ma, Dad.
Meet the Sixxter.
So nice to finally meet you.
It's a pleasure.
Hey, Nikki, we could fly your family out
for the next LA gig.
Yeah, that's a great idea, Doc.
Oh, guys,
I want you to meet somebody else.
Babe, come here.
Mom, Dad.
This is Roxie, my fiance.
- Nice to meet you.
- We're getting married.
What's the rush, Tom?
Marriage is a big decision.
You proposed to Mom
the night that you guys met,
and she didn't even speak English.
That's love, dude.
That's what I've always wanted,
and now that's what I've got.
So, how did you and Tommy meet?
Well, I was actually
hanging out with this other band,
but then I met Tommy, and it was...
totally meant to be.
Oh, I know this word.
Groupie, right? Is that how they call you?
That's not cool.
I don't understand.
You say this all the time,
like it's the best thing in the world.
Hey, Sixx, I keep...
I keep having this vision, right,
where my drum set,
it rises up like this...
And then bam! Smoke, lights,
and the wholething starts
spinning around,
and I'm playing drums upside down and...
I should just draw it for you.
Hey, Rox, you got a pen? Give me a pen.
But, like, a cage or something.
I don't know.
Your mom's a cunt.
What? Why would you say that?
Because she is. She's a cunt.
Quit it. Give me the pen, all right?
I don't even know why you told them.
It's not like she has anything
to do with us getting married.
Baby, it's sweet, all right?
It's tradition.
Which tradition?
The mandatory meeting of the cunt!
Don't call her that again, you hear me?
- Here's your pen!
- Ow! What the fuck is wrong with you?
Fuck you and fuck your mother!
That's it. This fucking bitch
is out of here. Pull over!
Get the fuck off my bus! Get the fuck out!
You are such a spoiled little mama's boy
'cause you wanna crawl back
inside her cunt!
Jesus Christ!
I told you not to say that.
Hello! Welcome.
Drinks. One for you and you.
- You okay there, Mick?
- Yeah.
My back hurts
from carrying this band all tour.
- Right.
- Don't you love this guy?
Hey, are you in the band?
What do you fucking think?
Hey, babe, this is Grace.
Have you met my wife, Sharise?
Do you wanna have a threesome?
Tom, what the fuck is wrong with you, man?
She's fucking pregnant, man.
That's fucked up.
Nah, I'm just fucking with you.
I'm just fucking with you, man.
But don't be a fucking dick, okay?
- Look at her, she's fucking pregnant.
- Don't be a fucking dick, Zutaut.
All right. I'm sorry.
Need to get some more booze, babe.
I'm gonna be right back.
We have enough booze, jeez!
- Be right back.
- Oh! Babe, feel.
The baby's kicking.
Do you feel it?
Just hurry back, okay?
Raz, are you coming?
Twice already today, mate.
- Sorry about that, love.
- Mm-hmm.
Or should I say "loves"?
Loves, yeah.
All right.
Too young to fall in love
Too young to fall in love
Too young to fall in love
Are you talking to me?
Uh, Tommy.
I know. I know you from TV.
Yeah. I get that a lot.
Yeah. The Fall Guy. I love that show.
That's not me.
The Fall Guy is Heather Thomas.
I'm Heather Locklear.
I know you from MTV.
Yeah, well, I get that a lot.
Whitesnake. Right?
Fuck, you're mean.
And I think I love you.
All right, stop stalling.
Who would you rather fuck,
Cyndi Lauper or Boy George?
- How about neither?
- Nah, man. You've gotta pick one.
You've got a gun to your head.
Fuck one or die. Which one is it gonna be?
No, you know what?
I'm having trouble accepting this premise.
Under what circumstances
would I find myself in such a situation?
- It's a mystery, you cockney fuck.
- It's a mystery.
You know, some random fucker's
trapped the three of you in a room,
and he's demanding you fuck one of them.
What does this mysterious person
benefit from my sexual humiliation?
I don't know, man, but you're definitely
gonna die if you don't fucking pick.
In that case,
I think I'd have to go with the Lauper.
At least she's got the proper plumbing.
Hey, no, but Georgie boy, he's probably
more experienced in the handling of penis.
What the fuck?
That was a fucking close one, man.
where are we?
It's Christmas.
Look at all the lights.
What the fuck are you talking about, man?
Oh, yeah.
Look at the lights, man.
What do you want for Christmas, Raz?
Wake up, man.
Raz, wake up. Hey.
Wake up, man.
My buddy fell asleep. Hey.
Wake up, man.
Razzle! Come on, man, wake up!
Fuck. Razzle was dead.
The people in the other car
were both critically injured.
Vince was arrested for drunk driving
and vehicular manslaughter.
He was sentenced to 30 days in jail.
But only served 19
on the condition that he stay sober.
The Mtley Cre front man paid
2.5 million in restitution,
and some wonder if the consequences
are harsh enough for the singer
whose actions resulted in tragedy.
Vince was my band mate,
my best friend, my brother.
And I didn't call. I didn't visit.
I didn't support him
in any way whatsoever.
Why wasn't I there for him?
It was simple.
I'd fallen head over heels in love.
And she was the sweetest thing
I'd ever known.
She made me feel all the warmth
and happiness I never knew as a child.
Her name was heroin.
Hey, what's taking so long?
Vince got out of jail,
like, three months ago.
They should be on tour by now.
Are you out of your fucking mind?
Look at 'em.
They're a fucking mess.
No shit.
Look, man, my boss is killing me.
We need to get them to finish that record
and get back on the road.
I'll get 'em on tour,
but you guys, you think you own them
because you own their music, right?
Well, then, it's on you
and your fucking label
if one of those idiots
comes back in a body bag.
Just... get them back on the road.
All right?
- What's up, dude?
- Hey, man.
I got, um, the lyrics.
I made a couple of adjustments, but...
I think you may like 'em.
"Home Sweet Home"?
It's been too long, buddy.
Have a bump with me.
I just got out of fucking jail.
You're an asshole.
Wanna show him the melody?
- What the fuck was that?
- That was smack.
You guys slip me smack,
and I'm the fucking problem?
Yeah, I know what you're thinking.
I'm a monster. I killed Razzle, yeah.
Could have happened to any one of you!
Nice job, Nikki.
The craziest thingabout all this...
is that I thought it was Vince
who was fucking up the band.
this is your mom.
Look, I know that you're busy, yeah,
being a big star and all.
I'd just really like
to talk to you sometime.
Call me back. Okay?
You must have gotten
the selfish gene from your father,
'cause this is very selfish,
what you're doing.
It's just...
I just miss you...
Talk to me. Please?
Damn it, Frankie.
Okay, do I have to let you go?
Baby! Come here.
- You have a little...
- No, leave it.
It'll remind me of you.
Okay. Just take it off before dinner
with Daddy tonight, okay?
Come here.
- Bye, baby.
- Bye.
Is that one gonna be a problem?
What? She's great.
- You're lucky she's hot.
- I know.
She's super hot, right?
I think I'm in love, Mick.
Hey, man.
Oh, Skylar, is it time to go already?
Say bye to Daddy.
We're going to be late.
Come on.
- Come on, we're leaving.
- Mommy!
- Mommy!
- She wants me.
Stop. I know, baby.
Bye, Vince.
- I know, baby.
- Bye, Sharise.
It's okay, baby.
Is this bring your fucking girlfriend
to work day?
Wish I had a girlfriend.
I know, Mick. I know.
Well, at least the album's great.
- The album blows, Doc.
- What are you talking about?
"Smokin' in the Boys Room"
is gonna be huge.
Come on!
"Home Sweet Home."
Everyone knows that's a hit.
Two decent songs.
The rest is pure shit. Believe me, I know.
I'm gonna be the only one sober up there
every night trying to sell it.
Well, I believe in you guys.
You know Nikki changed the title
to Theatre of Pain last night, right?
Of course he did.
Go get some rest, buddy.
Fuck me.
Theatre of Pain.
- Are we over Cambodia yet?
- No, dude.
I've gotta ask you something, man.
And I need a serious answer.
Go for it.
Heather and me.
We're making it official, and I officially
wanna make you my best man.
You're my brother, dude.
Okay, she's gonna be my wife,
and I can't imagine
being up therewithout you, bro.
Will you do it?
Do what?
Be my best man. Come on!
- Of course I'll do it.
- Thank you.
Are we gonna rock Denver tonight
or what, T-bone?
It's Kansas City, man,
but, yeah,we're gonna rock.
Of course, he doesn't know
where we're going! I mean, dude...
how the fuck can you keep track?
You wanna know what life
on the road's really like?
For me, every day went
something like this...
Five p.m. Phone rings. Wake up.
Aw, fuck!
Remember nothing.
Seven-thirty p.m.
- Hang out backstage.
- There he is.
Come back to life.
- Hey, Tom!
- Hey. What up, man?
Meet record and radio creeps.
Listen to 'em ask,
"Do you remember
pissing on that cop car last night?"
Uh, no.
Nine-thirty p.m. Show time.
Adrenaline kicks in.
Girls, girls, girls
Dancin' down on the Sunset Strip
Girls, girls, girls
Ten-thirty, motherfucker,
drum solo in a giant spinning steel cage.
Eleven-fifteen, finish show.
Walk off stage hyperventilating.
Make sure to call fiance
before the real party starts.
Try your best to sound sober.
- Hey, babe.
- Hi, babe.
- The show was fucking crazy.
- It was?
I miss you.
- Babe?
- I'm in Massachusetts.
- Babe, I'm gonna call you right back.
- Wait...
God, I'm so weak.
One a.m.
The stewardess serves up
some drugs and drinks.
Thank you.
For Vince, sleeping pills.
For Mick, vodka.
For Nikki and me, zombie dust,
which keeps the body awake
and shuts the brain off, man.
Four a.m.
Arrive in new city,
go straight to the nearest strip club.
Drink, snort and fuck everything in sight.
I'm so sorry.
Hey, Vinnie!
- Hey, I need to borrow...
- Hey.
No. Hey, I'm good for it, man.
- I'll give it back.
- Come on, man!
And, hey, be sure to tip big.
Don't be fucking stingy.
Goddamn, I love strippers.
So sorry. I am so sorry.
Six a.m. Back at the hotel.
Completely shit-faced.
Hey, your food is ready!
Ah, this is a nice place.
Time to redecorate.
Yeah, move the TV over here.
- What is wrong with you?
- Don't fucking come in here.
- Stop it!
- Fuck you, Doc.
Next thing you know,
get handcuffed to the bed by Doc.
Stupid fuck...
Five p.m.
Phone rings.
Wake up.
Remember nothing.
Oh, God!
- Fuck.
- Answer the door, Sixx.
All right.
Fuck you, Sixx. Answer the door.
Clean yourself up.
You've got a visitor.
Your mother called
and asked to come to a show.
So, I thought with it being
the holidays and all...
Merry Christmas, Frank.
That's not my name.
My baby.
Oh, that song.
The one about looks that kill.
It's about me, isn't it, Frankie?
- Frankie?
- That's not my fucking name!
Wait up a minute, will ya?
Who the fuck do you think you are?
I thought it would help.
I fucking trusted you,
but you are not my fucking father
and you are not my fucking friend.
You are just another leech
with your hands in my pockets
who wouldn't be standing there now
unless you were getting something
out of it, so just fuck off, Doc.
You're fucking fired!
Live wire
Plug me in, I'm alive tonight
Out on the streets again
Turn me on, too hot to stop
Something you'll never forget
Take my fist, break down walls
I'm on top tonight
No, no
You'd better turn me loose
Better set me free
'Cause I'm hot, young, running free
Little bit better than I used to be
'Cause I'm alive
Live wire
She's really gonna marry me, huh?
This isn't some kind
of a sick joke, is it?
Life's a sick joke.
What time is it?
I think we should get out there.
Nikki, let's hit it.
You guys ready?
Yo, best man. Let's go.
I got a wife waiting. Come on!
You fucking kidding me?
Hey, Nikki. Wake up, asshole.
What the fuck, dude?
I'm good.
It's all good.
You're most definitely not all good, man.
But, whatever, just clean...
Get your shit together.I don't want
Heather to be embarrassed, okay?
I'm embarrassing?
Let's go marry your fancy ass TV chick
in this fancy ass hotel.
Hey, are you gonna do this on
the happiest day of my life, asshole?
The happiest day of your life?
Nah, the happiest day of your life
was when I let you join my band.
Shall I get someone else
to stand up there with me or what?
Don't look at me, man.
I'll do it, Drummer.
I've already got the fucking rings.
Let's just go.
Come on, guys. Picture.
Big smiles.
Nikki, come on, man.
Nikki was so fucked up that day.
I couldn't believe he was
shooting up at my wedding.
At the time,
I thought it was just that he couldn't
stand to see someone else be happy.
So I took it personally,
but I didn't know that the partying
had turned into something else for him.
If you've got a big hole in your heart,
then I guess you need
to fill it with something,
and he was filling it
with $1,000 a day in heroin.
He was just in a dark fucking place.
And the sad thing is,
I think he liked it there.
Did I miss the party?
You look like a man
in need of some sweet...
sweet Persian.
How is that Persian?
Is there even still a Persia?
There has to be.
It's where all the cats come from.
Oh, yeah.
What cats?
The cross-eyed ones,
like in Lady and the Tramp.
- Remember those evil fuckers?
- They're Siamese cats.
You don't fuckin' know shit
about Walt Disney.
I know he's a perv, man.
He used to like
to laybeneath glass tables
and have hookers take a shit
right on the glass.
What are you talking about?
That never happened.
How do you know?
Because I'm a fucking perv,
and I've never even thought about anything
as fucked up as that.
You want some or not?
Yeah, but you...
You do it.
Bibbety, bobbety, boo...
You okay?
- What the fuck did you give him?
- Fuck, dude.
- Nikki?
- Oh, shit!
Guys! Somebody call an ambulance!
Wake up! Fuck!
Wake the fuck up! Party's over.
It's a sad night for rock and roll.
We've just received unconfirmed reports
that Mtley Cre bassist Nikki Sixx
has died in Hollywood this evening
of an apparent drug overdose.
What the fuck?
We'll continue to bring you details
on this developing story.
- What the fuck?
- Daddy, are you okay?
Yeah, baby, I'm fine. Yeah.
I love you.
I love you too.
Let's get you back to bed. Come on.
I can't bring him back, man.
All right. Time of death...
Nah. This is Nikki fucking Sixx, man.
He's not about to die in my ambulance.
Come on.
- Come on. Fuck!
- I've got nothing.
All right!
I'd finally hit rock bottom.
I'm done with drugs,
I'm done with being unhappy,
and I'm done with letting everyone down.
Hey, it's Nikki.
I'm not home...
It doesn't mean I didn't try
...'cause I'm dead.
I just never know why
Feel so cold and all alone
Baby, you're not at home
I couldn't face that I was
one of the luckiest guys on the planet.
I had so many reasons to live.
I don't need the drugs.
Fuck the drugs.
It's time to get clean.
Beat my head against a pole
That's what I told myself...
right before I shot up again.
Down in my bones
And even though they don't show
The scars are so old
And when they go
They let you know
You can't put your arm around a memory
You can't put your arm around a memory
You can't put your arm around a memory
Don't try
I don't try
This was rock bottom.
So I did the hardest thing
I've ever had to do.
I reached out and asked for help.
I called the band,
and they all agreedto get clean with me.
Mtley Cre was going to rehab.
You wanna know
what rehabwas really like?
Feelings and crying and apologies.
This is my second time.
Trust me, it's a drag.
You don't wanna see any of that shit.
But at least it got us in the studio.
What have we got here?
Come on, girls!
So rad, dude. So fucking rad.
It's like we never recorded before.
She's got an alligator bag
Top hat to match
I mean, I've been on something every day
since I was, like, 11 years old.
I didn't used to be able to feel anything,
but now I can feel everything.
Like, that is just painful.
Hey, Vinnie.
Let's go again, buddy.
Just wasn't your best, okay?
I'm just tired of singing the same thing
ten times in a row
when it was fucking fine the first time.
Vince, this album is gonna be great,
so let's just hang in there, buddy.
Now you're sober,
you're a perfectionist too. Is that it?
Roll the goddamn tape.
He'll get it, dude. He'll get it.
She's got an alligator bag
Top hat to match...
Better. on black
She's got a Filipino girlie
she claims is a friend
Go, Vinnie!
Now, I used to call her Cindy
She changed her name to Sin...
I forget what happened.
It's all a blur.
But with "Dr. Feelgood,"
we got our first number one album.
It's got to be a sexual thing...
And I think we played
something like a billion shows
to a billion people
in a billion cities all over the world.
It's the same ol'
Same ol' situation
It's the same ol'
Same ol' ball and chain...
Hey, is Heather around?
No, Tommy. I'm sorry. She got your last...
Yeah. Yeah.
No, no, no
Come on!
Yeah, check this out...
Lemon drop?
No, thank you. Just some more waters.
This is great.
Well, all around the world
Girls will be girls...
- Hello?
- Sharise, where's Skylar?
Is she already in bed? Can I talk to her?
No, it's three a.m. here.
It's the same ol'...
Tell her that I love her, then.
Call her tomorrow and tell her yourself.
They're keeping us on the road.
Fifteen new days in Canada.
I haven't seen anything
about any new dates.
Check your itinerary, man.
I would, but somebody
doesn't think it's important
to let the lead fucking singer know
what the fuck is going on here.
Hey, it's Tommy. Is she in?
Come on now!
Just let her know I called again.
Guys, I fucked up.
Heather's been all weird and distant
and I drank.
Well, a little.
I had one shot and I'm sorry.
I'm gonna have a fucking cocktail too.
What are you gonna do about it, Nikki?
Everybody falls off the wagon
once in a while.
Fuck you, man. Fuck off!
Fuck the rest of this tour.
It is the No Fucking Fun tour,
and I am sick and tired
of not having any fucking fun.
Same ol' situation...
- Hey, we're not done.
- We fucking are, man.
Oh, and by the way...
Here's to your sober band.
Get me that itinerary, bass player.
Blah de blah, fucking blah.
I'm telling you, guys, everything is
fucking upside down and flip-flopping.
And while we're waiting for our lead
singer to get his head out of his ass,
we're getting left in the dust, man.
I'm just saying, bands replace their
front men and it still works. Van Halen...
I know Van Halen fucking did it
'cause you say that every single time
Vince misses a fucking rehearsal.
Well? Mick?
Shut it.
Where is this asshole?
Every second that goes by, I feel another
bone rotting from this fucking disease.
Call the prick again.
The ultimate party band, Van Halen, right?
To all of a sudden being
not only accepted, but,
you know, also kind of acknowledged.
Maybe if we save that fill
until the second chorus
when we come in with the...
Someone wanna tell me
what the fuck's going on here?
Let's save us all some time,
especially yours, Vince,
as it's clearly more fucking valuable
than ours!
You'd better tell me
what the fuck's going on.
We're down here,
and we're working, and we wanna be here,
but we are tired of forcing you
to be here with us.
Maybe I'd come in more
if I liked the material.
Maybe you'd like the material if you were
in the studio making it with us
instead of staring at your fucking watch!
Yeah, I'm staring at my watch
because this album is fucking stupid!
You know what, fuck all y'all.
You know, I am done. Fuck this. I quit.
Good, 'cause you're fucking fired!
I quit already, dick.
It might look like a new Mtley Cre,
but they promise
it's the same ol' situation.
In their first interview
with new singer John Corabi,
the Cre gives us a glimpse inside
all the sex, drugs and rock and roll.
So what can we expect in this new era
without Vince Neil?
Well, we had four ingredients,
and we took one fourth out
and we put a stronger fourth in.
It's just better.
Better, faster, louder.
Yeah, it's about now.
It's not about then, you know.
You can't live in the past.
Man, they suck without you.
Vince... come here.
What the hell is going on?
- At first...
- What?
...I thought it was a stomach ache and...
You know how she had the flu?
I thought she had the flu again and...
They thought it was appendicitis,
and then they told me that...
she has a tumor in her stomach.
And she...
- She has cancer.
- Oh, my God.
I don't like it here, Daddy.
Make it go away.
I know, sweetheart.
You're just gonna be here
just a little while longer, okay?
But why?
Well, you see, sweetheart,
you have something growing in your tummy.
Like when Mommy had me
growing in her tummy?
No, honey.
It's more like...
It's more like a flower.
You have a flower growing in your tummy,
but it's a type of flower
that's not supposed to be in there.
And so the doctors, they're gonna
make you sleep just a little bit
while they do an operation.
After the doctor takes the flower out,
then I can go home?
Yeah. Then you can go home.
You got something to say?
Well, I just didn't think
it would end this way,
with some other dude singing your songs.
You mean Elektra's fucking songs?
You're never gonna live upto this deal.
You know that, right?
Then how about you give us back the rights
to our music and we'll call it even?
What are you even asking?
You want me to give you back your music
instead of the money we owe you?
The Beatles don't even own the rights
to their own fucking music.
Well, The Beatles should own the rights
to their own fucking music.
And so should Mtley Cre.
It's okay. Hey. It's okay.
Daddy's right here, baby.
Daddy, don't let them cut me again.
I'm not gonna let them cut you, okay?
We're gonna go home soon. Real soon.
- Baby, what the fuck?
- I want you out!
Have a great life with your porno slut,
you asshole!
Baby, I...
- Don't.
- Baby!
Tommy, you fucking idiot! Fuck!
Hey. I can't believe
you wanted to meet here.
Seemed appropriate.
I mean, you guys got your dicks sucked
at this table, for Christ's sake.
Not anymore, Tom.
- Yeah, well...
- Not anymore.
The label's fed up with you.
They're dropping you.
You convinced them to give you back
the rights to your music,
so you own it all now.
- It's what you wanted, right?
- Yep.
Are you happy?
we had a pretty good ride, though, right?
Yeah, we had a good ride.
I liked it better with Vince, though.
You're really Frank Feranna?
This is way too trippy.
You're Nikki Sixx.
I grew up on Mtley Cre.
I mean, I got laid for the first time
to "Home Sweet Home."
You guys still play?
Yeah, man.
Glad you dig the band.
So this is him.
Yep, that's my dad.
Well, our dad.
Nikki Sixx and I have the same dad.
He had a heart attack on Christmas Day.
He was an asshole, man.
You're lucky you never knew him.
I spent my whole life
chasing ghosts,
looking for something I could never find.
And here it was
right in front of me the whole time...
and up on stage with me every night.
Hey, man.
What I did at your wedding...
I didn't...
how to do that.
How to be there.
What's up, Nikki?
I was really fucking selfish and I shit on
something that was important to you,
and I am really sorry.
I know you pretty well, Sixx, so...
I kinda get it.
And it's okay.
But can you say that last part
one more time for me?
Don't fucking push it, T-bone.
Come in, man.
I heard you and Heather broke up.
I think she's gonna end up
being the one that got away.
I'm sorry, man.
Knew I'd get you to say it again!
Fuck you.
All right.
We're going on a mission.
Filthy bastards.
How's that new hip, dude?
Feel like The Terminator now or some shit?
Touch the chair
and I'll terminate you, Drummer.
Ready for this, Mick?
Thank you.
Stop looking at me like that.
Let's go get
our fucking singer back already.
Aye-aye, captain.
Hey, Vince.
Hey, man.
Just wanna talk, Vinnie. That's it.
Come on, Vinnie.
Let's talk.
I was scared.
After what happened with Razzle,
I was scared that I was losing
the only thing that ever mattered to me.
- Yeah, your band.
- No.
No. This.
Look, we went to war together.
Shit changes, people change,
but I don't fucking care
if Mtley Cre never plays another note.
All I want is my fucking brother back.
Because this is the only family
that I've ever known.
We love you, Vin.
Okay, fuck, I love you.
And I am sorry about Skylar, man.
It's against the laws, man.
It's against the fucking rules
of the universe.
We got you, brother.
We got you, brother.
We got you.
Nikki. It's show time. Let's go.
You know I'm a dreamer...
Mick, let's do it.
But my heart's of gold
I had to run away high...
Tommy, time to shine.
...come home low
Just when things went right
It doesn't mean they were always wrong
Just take this song
And you'll never feel left all alone
Take me to your heart
Feel me in your bones
Just one more night
And I'm coming off
this long and winding road
I'm on my way
I'm on my way
Home sweet home
Tonight, tonight, I'm on my way...
When Tommy sits down
behind his drums, Nikki picks up his bass,
and Mars plugs in his guitar,
something happens, man.
It's like a weird
kind of electrical humidity.
You don't just hear it, you feel it.
All I can say is we fucking made it, dude.
I don't know how we're not dead
or in jail.
We shit on a lot of people
and did things that we regret every day.
But somehow, we're still here,
in it together.
That's fate.
That's family.
And that's Mtley fuckin' Cre.
Ooh, I'm on my way
I'm on my way
Home sweet home
When I get high, I get high on speed
Top fuel funny car's a drug for me
My heart, my heart
Kickstart my heart
Always got the cops coming after me
Custom-built bike doing 103
My heart, my heart
Kickstart my heart
Ooh, are you ready, girls?
Ooh, are you ready now?
Whoa, yeah!
Kickstart my heart, give it a start
Whoa, yeah!
Whoa, yeah!
Kickstart my heart...
What's up, dude?
Whoa, yeah!
What's up, dude?
I decided to take my clothes off
and run down the halls
and harass the shit out of everybody.
An old lady poked her head
out of her hotel room,
called the front desk.
They sent the cops up.
Said a man with long black hair
had just been seen running around naked.
My heart
Kickstart my heart
Say, I got trouble, trouble in my eyes
I'm just looking for another good time
My heart, my heart
Kickstart my heart
Yeah, are you ready, girls?
Yeah, are you ready now?
Whoa, yeah!
Kickstart my heart, give it a start
Whoa, yeah!
Whoa, yeah!
Kickstart my heart
Hope it never stops
Whoa, yeah!
Ooh, kickstart my heart
When we started this band
All we needed, needed was a laugh
Years gone by
I'd say we've kicked some ass...
We were gonna call the band Christmas.
Could you imagine? "Hi, I'm Christmas."
I'd say we're still kicking ass
Ooh, aah
Kickstart my heart
I hope it never stops
And to think we did
all of this to rock...
They found me through an ad in the paper.
Loud, rude
and aggressive guitar player. Me!
Kickstart my heart, give it a start
Whoa, yeah!
Whoa, yeah!
Kickstart my heart
Hope it never stops
Whoa, yeah!
Okay, boys, let's rock the house
That's all!
We are Mtley fucking Cre.
The sex, the cash, the fame
Living out a life you can't deny
The drugs, the life, the pain
Never give enough to satisfy
They never found a way
to break us down
That's how we're still around
Give me the dirt
Just give me the dirt
Just give me what I want till it hurts
Just give me the dirt
Give me the dirt
Let's take it to the top
and watch it burn, burn, burn
Yeah, more sex, more tats
More blood, more pain
More threats, more fast
Torn sheets, cocaine
Midnight ride down the Sunset Strip
New bike with the plate reading 666
Give me more sex, more tats
More blood, more pain
More threats, more fast
Torn sheets, cocaine
More pretty strippers
with the big, red lips
Making big tips
Showing off their nice, big tits, ha!
Give me the dirt
Just give me the dirt
Just give me what I want till it hurts
Give me the dirt
Just give me the dirt
Just give me what I want till it hurts
Just give me the dirt
Give me the dirt
Let's take it to the top
and watch it burn
Give me more sex, more tats
More blood, more pain
More threats, more fast
Torn sheets, cocaine
More pretty strippers
with the big, red lips
Making big tips
Showing off their nice, big tits, ha!
Oh, yeah, yeah
Rat-tailed Jimmy is a second-hand hood
Deals out of Hollywood
Got a '65 Chevy, primered flames
Traded for the powdered goods
Jigsaw Jimmy, he's running a gang
But I hear he's doing okay
Got a cozy, little job
through the Mexican mob
Packages of candy cane
He's the one they call Dr. Feelgood
He's the one
that makes you feel all right
He's the one they call Dr. Feelgood
He's gonna be your Frankenstein
I've got one thing you'll understand
Dr. Feelgood
He's not what you'd call
a glamorous man
Dr. Feelgood
Got one thing that's easily understood
Dr. Feelgood
He's the one they call Dr. Feelgood
Dr. Feelgood
Dr. Feelgood
Dr. Feelgood
Dr. Feelgood
Dr. Feelgood
Dr. Feelgood
Dr. Feelgood
Dr. Feelgood