You can tear it up
You can do what you wanna
Never get enough
You can live like you're gonna die
Hey, you want a chance to fry?
You can ride with the devil through the burning sky

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Come on baby, ride with me
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
I'll show ya things you can't unsee
I wanna tell ya, tell ya now
We're just too fast for love

All the gold and platinum games
Every dime went up in flames
(Gonna watch us burn)
All the cars and diamond chains
(Gonna watch us burn)
All that grime don't mean a thing
Just gimme the dirt (Dirt)
Just gimme the dirt

We used to tear it up
We used to fight on the strip
A bunch of Hollywood punks who never gave a shit
Hey, you want a chance to fly?
Come and ride with the devil through the burning sky

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Come on baby, ride with me
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
I'll show ya things you can't unsee
I wanna tell ya, tell ya now
We're just too fast for love

All the gold and platinum games
Every dime went up in flames
(Gonna watch us burn)
All the cars and diamond chains
(Gonna watch us burn)
All that grime don't mean a thing
Just gimme the dirt (Dirt)
Come on, gimme the dirt

Oh, yeah
You can jump, just take my hand
Oh, yeah
Welcome baby to the day

All the gold and platinum games
Every dime went up in flames
Just gimme the dirt
Just gimme the dirt
All the cars and diamond chains
All that grime don't mean a thing
Just gimme the dirt (Dirt)
Just gimme the dirt

Copyright: BMG Rights Management, Downtown Music Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Writer(s): Daniel Ticotin, John Lowery, Mick Mars, Nikki Sixx, Tommy Lee, Vince Neil