Lyrics:

holiday.Drop dead beauties stompin' up astorm, lines of hell on our face.Bruised bad apples crawlingthrough the night, busted loose,runaway, oo, runaway.Always, always a thrill without amotive.30 days, such a haze.Everybody wants a piece of theaction.Everybody wants a piece of thepie.We're on a holiday, hooligan'sholiday.I'm on a holiday, hooligan's.I gotta get away, hooligan'sholiday.We're on a holiday, hooligan's,yeah.Cross-eyed derelicts comin', ironhorse between our legs.Tattoos, black manes flowin'.Everyday's a holidaze.Everybody wants a piece of theaction.Everybody wants a piece of thepie.They want a piece of mind.We're on a holiday, hooligan'sholiday.I'm on a holiday, hooligan's.I gotta get away, hooligan'sholiday.We're on a holiday, hooligan's.Modern times and new blood'spumpin'.Only the strong survive.
Motley Crue Hooligan's Holiday