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After browsing the Groups page on dA for countless hours, I've come to the conclusion there are far too few Mötley Crüe groups. Us Mötley fans need to spread out a bit, and maybe take over all of deviantART. The first step is to find fans all over. So, if you're a Crüehead (or just a newbie to the world of Mötley) feel free to join. Any friend of Mötley is a friend of us. :D
The Last FightThe Last Fight by hazardousyouth91
I wanna stand beside you
I wanna try and feel the pain you're going through
Till the death you'll see this through
Cold sweats, hallucinations
I wanna scream to show the hell I'm going through
The addiction's taking you
As I pulled my helmet from my head, I could already hear the music pounding from Nikki's mansion. I sighed deeply, yanking the keys from my motorcycle and getting off. I placed my helmet on the seat and grabbed my back pack I had secured to the back of it. Then I walked to the front door, wondering how Nikki could be playing the music so loud after touring.
I banged on the door loudly and hoped that Nikki could hear over all the music. I fidgeted uncomfortably in my converses and kept pulling at the loose threads sticking out from the holes in the jeans. When he didn't answer the door, I banged again, growing a little annoyed. Finally, after waiting got on my nerves, I reached under the 'Fuck Off' welcome mat and grabbed the spare key there. I entered the house
I'm a sick motherfucker,
I'm a sweet sucka mutha,
'Ain't no one tougher,
I'm a wreck, I'm a sleaze,
I'm a rock n' roll disease."
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