Gilby Clarke - Pawnshop Guitars (2003) by Gilby Clarke (보컬) on maniadb.com

When the last car hit the wall
Was the guilt still in your head?
In your magic crystal ball
Is the power that made you mad

You can’t save yourself,
it’s a pleasure cruise
You’re damned for a million years
..

There’s a viper in your bedroom
Under the sheets is tarantula fuzz
When she bites, she bites for murder
I bleed the Addams Family blood

There’s a spell on me that I can’t reverse
It’s a sympathy cross you burn

Cure me or kill me..
But don’t leave me here for dead again
Cure me or kill me..
But don’t leave me here for dead again
..

This is your last happy Christmas
Your worst Birthday party
The cyanide in your poison ring
Wouldn’t cure my misery

Don’t bury me when I’m history
I think you’ll find an easy way out

Cure me or kill me..
But don’t leave me here for dead again
Cure me or kill me..
But don’t leave me here for dead again

...

Cure me or kill me..
But don’t leave me here for dead again
Cure me or kill me..
But don’t leave me here for dead again

...x2

If I told you I could love you,
I feel you’ll think I’m weak.
I’ve never had a friend who was my lover.
Honestly.

When I wake up from my sleep,
And I feel you next to me.
I’m so happy inside.
But I’ll be crushed if you leave.

It’s so (black) black, it’s so (sad) sad.
No one understands my Hell.
It’s so (black) black, it’s so (sad) sad.
I’m a strange to myself.
...

See, a man can hurt a woman.
It’ll burn but she’ll still forgive.
But woman who is unfaithful,
Kills a man.

Darkness follows on anyone who welcomes it.
When you’re in my bed,
It’s my home and it’s sacred.

It’s so (black) black, it’s so (sad) sad.
No one understands my Hell.
It’s so (black) black, it’s so (sad) sad.
I’m a strange to myself.

No one understands my Hell.
It’s my own, it’s my own.
It’s so black, it’s so sad
No one understands my Hell.
I’m always alone ‘cuz no one... no one.

Welcome to salvation, my Tequila's my companion for this
evening of oblivion Everyone around me, kinda bores me, it
makes me lonely with the friends I never had Packing up my
Mustang cuz' this city has no heart, it sucks you in and spits
you out Patiently I'm seeking my destination is unknown, I
followed the road down to Mexico

Sorry Mr.Officer I think you got it wrong, I'm just a lonely
ol' Texas boy and I wanna get on home He smiled and said
'senor you're not in Texas anymore' Send my love to my
home but send my mail to a Tijuana Jail

Staring at the ceiling of my jail cell it's my home, at least for
now, it seems like forever Sleeping on the floor with the
rats, crawling up my ass, I'm gonna kill that officer

Sorry Mr. Officer but I'm gonna get revenge, on this side of
the border 20 pesos get you dead

He smiled and said 'senor I think I'll drink to your threats'
Send my love to my home, but sent my mail to a Tijuana Jail

In my destitution suicides a solution, but I'm a gambler, and
I'm not cashed in The sun is going down and my problems
will be solved by dawn, but not by justice I smelled liquor on
his breath, I knew this is my last chance, I begged give a
dying man his last drink He handed me a glass with just the
worm and he laughed I pulled a switch- blade from my boot
and shoved it in his throat

Sorry Mr. Officer I think you got it wrong, I'm a lonely ol'
Texas boy and I wanna get on home

He smiled and said 'senor you're not in Texas anymore'
Send my love to my home but send my mail to a Texas Jail.

Lost in time no time in space
Never thought wed ever fade
This ain't the blues
This ain't nothin new

Are we fallin off again
Someone pushed us from the ledge
No crime no sin
We just don't fit in

Lets get lost
Lost in Space
Just two people a little out of place
Nothing's wrong Everything's fine
Just lost in time

Woke up in a lost and found
Don't understand the here and
Now This aint my world
Glad you're in my world

Lets get lost
Lost in space
Just two people a little out of place
Nothing's wrong Everything's fine
Just lost in time

Sorry it don't get better
Lets burn all the bridges we cross
Sorry it don't get better
Lets burn all the people we know

This ain't the blues
This ain't nothing new(Lets get lost)
This ain't the blues(Lets get Lost)
This ain't the blues(Lets get lost)
This ain't the blues(Lets get lost)
Lets get lost(Lets get lost)
Lets get lost(Lets get lost)
Lets get lost(Lets get lost)
Lets get lost(Lets get lost)
This ain't the blues

Let me tell you ‘bout Wayne,
And his deals of cocaine,
A little more every day.
Holding for a friend until the band do well,
Then the D.E.A. locked him away.

Clang clang, go the jail guitar doors.
Bang bang, go the boots on the floor.
Cry cry, for your lonely mother's son.
Clang clang, go the jail guitar doors.

An’ I’ll tell you ‘bout Pete,
Didn’t want no fame,
Gave all his money away.
Well there’s something wrong,
It’ll be good for you, son.
And so they certified him insane.

Clang clang, go the jail guitar doors.
Bang bang, go the boots on the floor.
Cry cry, for your lonely mother’s son.
Clang clang, go the jail guitar doors.
...

And then there’s Keith,
Waiting for trial, $25 thousand bail.
If he goes down, you won’t hear his sound,
So his friends carry on anyway, fuck ‘em!

Clang clang, go the jail guitar doors.
Bang bang, go the boots on the floor.
Cry cry, for your lonely mother’s son.
Clang clang, go the jail guitar doors.

Jail guitar doors
Jail guitar doors
Jail guitar doors
Jail guitar doors
Jail guitar doors
Jail guitar doors
Jail guitar doors
Jail guitar doors

Day the music died I cried.
The future was so bright.
Never surrendered with fear in my eyes.
Human stories told with a couple friends
and a smoke.
Hunting dogs don’t kill their own.

Maybe colors fade away,
It’s so hard to hide the pain.
This is my generation, so natural to hate.
Never had so much to lose, mid-day coffee blues.
Hunting dogs don’t kill their own.

If only I could stop this room from spinning around,
I’m so confused.
I wake up, clear my head,
remember why I’m in this bed.
It’s really hurts to imagine everything so cold.
Hunting dogs don’t kill their own.
...

If only I could stop this room from spinning around,
I’m so confused.
I wake up, clear my head,
remember why I’m in this bed.
It really hurts to imagine the song you never wrote.
Hunting dogs don’t kill their own.
Hunting dogs don’t kill their own.
The pain, the pain, you hunting dog, you.
Hunting dogs don’t kill their own.
The pain, the pain, you hunting dog, you.
Hunting dogs don’t kill their own.