shout at the devil
motley crue
he's the wolf screaming lonely in the night
he's the blood stain on the stage
he's the tear in your eye
he's the knife in your back
he's the razor to the knife
my heads spinnin' round and round
but in the seasons of wither
he'll be the love in your eyes
he'll be the blood between your thighs
and then have you cry for more
he'll put strength to the test
he'll put the thrill back in bed
sure you've heard it all before
he'll be the risk in the kiss
might be anger on your lips
might run scared for the door