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Paroles: Motley Crue. Saints of Los Angeles. Face Down In The Dirt.

It's a dirty job but someone's gotta do it
It's a dirty job but someone's gotta do it
It's a dirty job but someone's gotta do it
It's a dirty job but someone's gotta do it

Yeah, all I ever heard as a kid was I'm born to lose
All I ever wanted was a shot at breakin' the rules
I wanna make a lot of money but I don't wanna go to school
I don't wanna get a real job, I don't wanna be you

I'd rather be dead, yeah I'd rather be dead
I'd rather be face down in the dirt with a bullet in my head

Well, I ran away and pawned my soul for a switchblade knife
I met a man from Mars and a couple other freaks that night
I wanna take on the world, I wanna bang a million girls
I don't wanna wear a three piece suit, I don't wanna be you

I'd rather be dead, yeah I'd rather be dead
I'd rather be face down in the dirt with a bullet in my head
I'd rather be dead, yeah I'd rather be dead
I'd rather be face down in the dirt with a bullet in my head

I wanna make a lot of money but I don't wanna go to school
I don't wanna get a real job, I don't wanna be you

I'd rather be dead, yeah I'd rather be dead
I'd rather be face down in the dirt with a bullet in my head

Yeah, I'd rather be dead, I'd rather be dead
Yeah, I'd rather be dead, yeah I'd rather be dead
I'd rather be face down in the dirt with a bullet in my head

I'd rather be dead, yeah I'd rather be dead
I'd rather be face down in the dirt with a bullet in my head
With a bullet in my head