The sex, the cash, the fame
Living out a life you can't deny
The drugs, the lies, the pain
Will never get enough to satisfy

They never found a way to break us down
That's why we're still around

Gimme the dirt, just gimme the dirt
Just gimme what I want 'til it hurts
Just gimme the dirt, gimme the dirt
Let's take it to the top and watch it burn

The fight, the hate, the game
Not afraid to stab you from behind
The years, the months, the days
Never gave a fuck about the time

They never found a way to break us down
That's why we're still around

Gimme the dirt, just gimme the dirt
Just gimme what I want 'til it hurts
Just gimme the dirt, gimme the dirt
Let's take it to the top and watch it burn, burn, burn

More sex, more tats, more blood, more pain
More threats, more theft, torn jeans, cocaine
Midnight ride down the Sunset Strip
New bike with the plate, read the 666

Give me more sex, more tats, more blood, more pain
More threats, more theft, torn jeans, cocaine
More pretty strippers with the big red lips
Making big tips, showing off their nice big tits, ha

Gimme the dirt, just gimme the dirt
Just gimme what I want 'til it hurts
Gimme the dirt, just gimme the dirt
Just gimme what I want 'til it hurts
Just gimme the dirt, gimme the dirt
Let's take it to the top and watch it burn

Give me more sex, more tats, more blood, more pain
More threats, more theft, torn jeans, cocaine
More pretty strippers with the big red lips
Making big tips, showing off their nice big tits, ha

Copyright: BMG Rights Management, Downtown Music Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Writer(s): John Lowery, Mick Mars, Nikki Sixx, Richard Colson Baker, Sahaj Tocotin, Tommy Lee Bass, Vince Neil