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from Gilby Clarke - Pawnshop Guitars (2003)
I sold my super-double for some Mexican gold.
Spend all my money in the corner saloon. Some more bad news, just tightening my noose. I’m alone, alone, alone. I’m alone, alone, alone. Your Momma says I’m evil, and I cut like a knife. You cut a little deep, find the devil inside. Now burn little honey, I hypnotize, I’m so mean, so mean, so mean. I’m so mean, so mean, so mean. I’m a motorcycle cowboy, a honky tonk junkie. Fallen shooting star. Broken desperado on the wrong side of the barrel. My best friend’s a pawnshop guitar. You’re dirty, tired, and horny, and you won’t see me. So I rip out your heart, and then I start to eat. The power I need is suicide. I’m so blind, so blind, so blind. I’m so blind, so blind, so blind. I’m a motorcycle cowboy, a honky tonk junkie. Fallen shooting star. Broken desperado on the wrong side of the barrel. My best friend’s a pawnshop guitar. My best friend’s a pawnshop guitar. ... I’m so mean, so mean, so mean. I’m so mean, so mean, so mean. I’m so mean, so mean, so mean. I’m so mean, so mean, so mean. I’m a motorcycle cowboy, a honky tonk junkie. A fallen shooting star. A Broken desperado on the wrong side of the barrel. I’m just a junkie, I’m just a junkie for your love, for your love. I’m just a junkie, My best friend’s a pawnshop guitar. My best friend’s a pawnshop guitar. |
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from Guns N' Roses - The Spaghetti Incident? (1993)
I don't have plans and schemes
And I don't have hopes and dreams I don't have anything Since I don't have you And I don't have fond desires And I don't have happy hours I don't have anything Since I don't have you I never will ever again When you walked out on me in walked the misery And he's been here since them Yeah you're fuck I don't have much to share And I don't have one to care I don't have anything Since I don't have you You you you oh oh You you you oh oh You you you oh oh You you you oh oh You you you yeah |
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from Guns N' Roses - The Spaghetti Incident? (1993)
(spoken) Is she really going out with him?
Hey! I got a feeling inside of me, It's kinda strange, like a stormy sea I don't know why, I don't know why I guess these things've gotta be I got a new rose, I got it good Yes, I knew that I always would I can't stop to mess around I got a brand new rose in town See the sun, see the sunny skies Don't get too close, it'll burn your eyes Don't you run away that way Come back another day I got a new rose, I got it good Yes, I knew that I always would I can't stop to mess around I got a brand new rose in town I never thought this could happen to me I'm a strange washing machine I never served somebody this sane I'll never, never, never be too late Hey! I got a feeling inside of me, It's kinda strange, like a stormy sea I don't know why, I don't know why I guess these things've gotta be I got a new rose, I got it good Yes, I knew that I always would I can't stop to mess around I got a brand new rose in town |
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from Guns N' Roses - The Spaghetti Incident? (1993)
All I need is some inspiration
Before I do somebody some harm I feel just like a vegetable Down here on the farm Nobody comes to see me Nobody here to turn me on I ain't even got a lover Down here on the farm They told me to get healthy They told me to get some sun But boredom eats me like catsup Down here on the farm Drinking lemonade shanty Ain't no body gonna do me harm But I'm like a fish out of water Down here on the farm I write a thousand letters 'til my fingers all gone numb But I never see no postman Down here on the farm I call my baby on the telephone I say come down and have some fun But she knows what the score is Down here on the farm I can't fall in love with a wheat field I can't fall in love with a barn When everything smells like horse shit Down here on the farm Blue skies and swimming pools Add so much charm But I'd rather be back in Soho Than down here on the farm On the fucking farm! Are you born in a fucking barn or what? Baaaaaa! |
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from Guns N' Roses - The Spaghetti Incident? (1993)
ready
holervabeese (bkwrds talk?) 1234 1234 (kazoo madness) oh yeeeahh oh yeeeeeeahh well if you don't like it, go ahead find yourself a date go ahead now try to find a boy whose gonna be what i hate what you need is a plastic doll with a fresh coat of paint whose gonna sit through the night and just always act so quaint umne head eh yeahohhh yeah well uh its your new friend you're really making a scene and I see you prowlin in a round I'm gonna take you to my knee but you know that there's just a reeling never really what they mean but you can try to generate some heart, then you'll see just what I mean dobbie dobbie doobie yah chorus: and if I've acted like a king don't ya know it's cos uh I'm a human being and if I want too many things don't ya know it's cos I'm a human being and if i've got to dream don't you know it's cos I'm a human being and when it gets a bit obscene don't ya know it's cos, I'm a human being I just gotta walk around with my head up town just like a human.. one _more_ human being I can hold my head so HIGH just like a human, a riff raff human being won't ya gimme a little sip- why won't you gimme a drag of that cigarette why don't you try to drive me home , and then uh, never ever forget but now, don't you blow it all on a million dollar bet because you're liable to lose it on a bet that you've never had yet no bababt baby ohyeah and if i've acted like a king don't ya know it's cos i'm ahuman -repeat chorus in fact ya tell me it's not the human race ya tryin to tell me I'm a big disgrace ah baby yeah yeah yeah ...fuck em fuck em fuck em allll ow.... (guitar solo) well I may think that this's all really just a do a part of me in it may be at the top of your manifest. every little that I mean but i kept discover that with history baby I'm just what I wanted to be see that though I might take to those bare magazines or the Hollywood rating machine oh baby baby oh yeahhh chorus (guitar solo#2) im a human bein ect HA HA HA ha ooohhh yeah i'm a human bein yeah oooooooo yeahaaaoowww yeah i'm a human bein yeah im a im a im a wowo i'm a human being yeah owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah more kazoo madness |
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from Guns N' Roses - The Spaghetti Incident? (1993)
Dance to the beat of the living dead
You'll see baby, stay away from there. Raw power is sure come a runnin' to you If you're alone and you got the feel So am I baby let's roll on out ta' here Raw power is sure to come a- runnin' to you. Raw power's got a magic touch Raw power is much too much Happiness is a guaranteed It was made for you and me. Raw power, honey, just won't quit Raw power, I can feel it. Raw power, hear it, can't be spared, Popin' eyes and a fashion feed Don't you try, don't you try to tell me what to do I was tryin', I was tryin' a tell ya what to do Spoken: "And you know that ain't right." I look in the eyes of the seventh girl Fall deep in love in the underworld Raw power is sure to come a-runnin' to you. If you're alone and you got the shakes So am I baby and I got what it takes Raw power is sure to come a-runnin' to you. Raw power's go a healing hand, Raw power can destroy a man Raw power is so more than soul Got a son called rock and roll. Raw power, honey, just won't quit Raw power, I can feel it Raw power honey, give me a spin Get up baby and kiss my feet. Ev'rybody always tryin' a tell me what to do, Don't you try, don't you try o tell me what to do Ev'rybody always tryin' a tell me what to do, Don't you try, don't you try o tell me what to do Raw power it's got no place to go. Raw power honey, you don't wanna know Raw power is a guaranteed. O.D. Raw power is a laughin' at you and me Spoken: "I wanna know." Can you feel it? Can you feel it? Can you feel it? Can you feel it? Raw power, raw power Can you feel it? Can you feel it? |
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from Guns N' Roses - The Spaghetti Incident? (1993)
Ain't it fun when you're
always on the run Ain't it fun when your friends despise what you become Ain't it fun when you get so high Well that you you just can't come Ain't it fun when you know that you gonna die young It's such fun Good fun Such fun Such fun Aah such fun Such fun Such fun aah Yeah fun Just fun Such Ain't it fun when you taking care of number one Ain't it fun when you feel like you just gotta get a gun Ain't it fun when you just can't seem to find your tounge Cause you stuck it too deep into something that really stung It's such fun ah Well so good to me they spit right in my face I didn't even feel it It was such a disgrace I punched my fist right through the glass I didn't even feel it It happened so fast Such fun Such fun Such fun Such fun Such fun Such fun Such fun Such fun Such fun Such fun Such fun Such Ain't it fun when you tell her she's just a cunt Ain't it fun when you she splits you and leaves you on the bum Well ain't it fun when you've broken up every band that you've ever begun Ain't it fun when you know that you're gonna die young It's such fun It's such fun Such fun Such fun Such fun Such fun Such fun Such fun Such fun Such fun Such fun Such fun Such fun Such fun Such fun |
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from Guns N' Roses - The Spaghetti Incident? (1993)
Buick Buick Buick Mackane will ya Buick Mackane will ya be my girl Oh, be my girl Rainy lady Queen of the rock will ya Queen of the rock will ya Help me roll Help me roll (spoken) See my soul Sire, sire You're just a sexual goddess You're just a sexual goddess Be my plane Oh, in the rain Buick Buick Buick Mackane will ya Buick Mackane will ya be my girl Oh, be my girl I said I know what to do I'm gonna Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck you Fuck you I said I know what to do I'm gonna Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck you Fuck you I said I know what to do I'm gonna Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck you Fuck you
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from Guns N' Roses - The Spaghetti Incident? (1993)
You're a heart-breakin' soul shaker,
Well, I've been told about you I've seen y'on the midnight show girl, A-what they've been sayin' must be true Red hot mama, There'll be trouble, I say time's gonna pay your dues Now you're messin' with a son of a bitch Now you're messin' with a son of a bitch Now you're messin' with a son of a bitch Now you're messin' with a son of a bitch Talkin' jive and poison ivy You ain't gonna cling to me Man take a bold thinker I ain't so blind I can't see Red hot mama There'll be trouble Time's gonna pay your dues. Now you're messin' with a son of a bitch Now you're messin' with a son of a bitch Now you're messin' with a son of a bitch Now you're messin' with a son of a bitch |
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from Guns N' Roses - The Spaghetti Incident? (1993)
Attitude
Some fuckin' attitude I can't believe what you said to me You got some attitude Inside that bitter brain Theres gotta be a whore If you don't shut your mouth You're gonna feel the floor Attitude You got some attitude Attitude Inside that bitter brain Theres gotta be a whore If you don't shut you're mouth You're gonna feel the mother fuckin'--guitar Attitude Attitude I can't believe what you said to me You got some attitude Attitude I can't believe what you said to me You got some attitude |
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from Guns N' Roses - The Spaghetti Incident? (1993)
Ooh,
Verse 1: Well, she's all geared up, walkin' down the street. And I can feel the slime, drippin' down her sleeve. Well, you can't refuse and you just can't choose what she's gonna do. Well, you can't refuse and you just can't choose what she's gonna do. Ooh, Verse 2: Well, it's late at night, and I'm all alone. And I can hear her boots as she's near her home. Well, you can't refuse and you just can't choose what she's gonna do. Well, you can't refuse and you just can't choose what she's gonna do. Chorus 1: Scratch, scratch, she's clawing at the door. Whoa, no, I can't take it anymore. Crack, crack I'm feeling so sore, I never should asked for black leather. Black leather. Ooh, black leather, ow black leather. Verse 3: And you can try to hide, but you won't get far. You can let her in, and you'll start it again Well, you can't refuse and you just can't choose what she's gonna do. Well, you can't refuse and you just can't choose what she's gonna do. |
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from Guns N' Roses - The Spaghetti Incident? (1993)
It doesn't pay to try,
All the smart boys know why, It doesn't mean, I didn't try, I just never know, why. It's isn't 'cause I'm all alone Oh, baby, you're not home. And when I'm home Big deal, I'm still alone. It's so restless, I am, Beat my head against a pole Try to knock some sense, down 'side my bones. And even though it don't show, Those guys are so old. Can't put your arms around a memory, Can't put your arms around a memory, Can't put your arms around a memory. Don't try Don't try You're just a basket case. And you got no name. Could you live with me? Go on and say. And even though it don't show Those guys are so old. Can't put your arms around a memory, Can't put your arms around a memory. Can't put your arms around a memory. Don't try Don't try Spoken: "Johnny you're me Yeah, you're memory I wanna put my arms around your memory I can't try.. I can't try, don't try." |
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from Guns N' Roses - The Spaghetti Incident? (1993)
I'm from south Philadelphia
I'm from Avenue C I've seen the empty eyes of a vacant breed I'm from the Valley too [Chorus] I Don't Care About You Fuck you! I Don't Care About You Fuck you! I seen Hollywood Boulevard Wellfair hotel And I spent the night in jail At the Wilkins Hotel [Chorus] I seen an old man have a heart attack in Manhattan Well, he died while we just stood their looking at him Ain't he killed [Chorus] I seen men rolling drugs I seen bodies in the streets I saw a man who was sleeping in his own puke And a man with no legs crawl down 5th street Trying to God to get something to eat [Chorus] Fuck you! [Spoken] Uh, that hurt man Alright Perfect |
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from Guns N' Roses 2.2집 - Use Your Illusion II (1991)
What we've got here is
failure to communicate Some men you just can't reach So you get what we had here last week Which is the way he wants it Well he gets it I don't like it any more than you men" Look at your young men fighting Look at your women crying Look at your young men dying The way they've always done before Look at the hate we're breeding Look at the fear we're feeding Look at the lives we're leading The way we've always done before My hands are tied The billions shift from side to side And the wars go on with brainwashed pride for the love of God and our human rights And all these things are swept aside by bloody hands time can't deny and are washed away by your genocide And history hides the lies of our civil wars D'you wear a black armband When they shot the man who said "Peace could last forever" And in my first memories They shot Kennedy I went numb when I learned to see So I never fell for Vietnam We got the wall of D.C. to remind us all that you can't trust freedom when it's not in your hands when everybody's fighting for their promised land And I don't need your civil war It feeds the rich while it buries the poor Your power hungry selling soldiers in a human grocery store Ain't that fresh I don't need your civil war 간주 Look at the shoes you're filling Look at the blood we're spilling Look at the world we're killing The way we've always done before Look in the doubt we've wallowed Look at the leaders we've followed Look at the lies we've swallowed And I don't want to hear no more My hands are tied For all I've seen has changed my mind But still the wars go on As the years go by with no love of God or human rights Cause all these dreams are swept aside by bloody hands of the hypnotized who carry the cross of homicide And history bears the scars of our civil wars "We practice selective annihilation of mayors and government officials For example to create a vacuum Then we fill that vacuum As popular war advances Peace is closer" I don't need your civil war It feeds the rich while it buries the poor Your power hungry selling soldiers in a human grocery store Ain't that fresh I don't need your civil war, no no no no I don't need your civil war I don't need your civil war Your power hungry selling soldiers in a human grocery store Ain't that fresh I don't need your civil war, no no no no I don't need your civil war I don't need one more war What's so civil about war anyway? |
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from Guns N' Roses 2.2집 - Use Your Illusion II (1991)
I try and feel the sunshine
You bring the rain You try and hold me down With your complaints You cry and moan and complain You whine an tear Up to my neck in sorrow The touch you bring You just don't step inside to 14 years So hard to keep my own head... That's what I say You know...I've been the beggar... I've played the thief I was the dog...they all tried to beat But it's been 14 years of silence It's been 14 years of pain It's been 14 years that are gone forever And I'll never have again Your stupid girlfriends tell you That I'm to blame Well they're all used-up has-beens Out of the game This time I'll have the last word You hear what I say I tried to see it your way It won't work today You just don't step inside to 14 years So hard to keep my own head... That's what I say You know...I've been the dealer... Hangin' on your street I was the dog...they all tried to beat But it's been 14 years of silence It's been 14 years of pain It's been 14 years that are gone forever And I'll never have again Bullshit and contemplation Gossip's their trade If they knew half the real truth What would they say Well I'm past the point of concern It's time to play These last 4 years of madness Sure put me straight Don't get back 14 years In just one day So hard to keep my own head Just go away You know...just like a hooker she said Nothin's for free Oh I tried to see it your way I tried to see it your way |
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from Guns N' Roses 2.2집 - Use Your Illusion II (1991)
Yesterday, there was so many things
I was never told Now that I'm startin' to learn I feel I'm growing old 'Cause yesterday's got nothin' for me Old pictures that I'll always see Time just fades the pages In my book of memories Prayers in my pocket And no hand in destiny I'll keep on movin' along With no time to plant my feet 'Cause yesterday's got nothin' for me Old pictures that I'll always see Some things could be better If we'd all just let them be Yesterday's got nothin' for me Yesterday's got nothin' for me Got nothin' for me Yesterday, there was so many things I was never shown Suddenly this time I found I'm on the streets and I'm all alone Yesterday's got nothin' for me Old pictures that I'll always see I ain't got time to reminisce old novelties Yesterday's got nothin' for me Yesterday's got nothin' for me Yesterday's got nothin' for me Yesterday Yesterday |
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from Guns N' Roses 2.2집 - Use Your Illusion II (1991)
Mama take this badge from me
I can't use it anymore It's getting dark too dark to see Feels like I'm knockin' on heaven's door Mama put my guns in the ground I can't shoot them anymore That cold black cloud is comin' down Feels like I'm knockin' on heaven's door |
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from Guns N' Roses 2.2집 - Use Your Illusion II (1991)
Why do you look at me when you hate me
Why should I look at you when you make me hate you too I sense a smell of retribution in the air I don't even understand why the fuck you even care And I don't need your jealousy yeah Why drag me down in your misery And when you stare don't you think I feel it But I'm gonna deal it back to you in spades When I'm havin' fun ya know I can't conceal it 'Cause I know you'd never cut it in my game Oh no And when you're talkin' about a vasectomy Yeah I'll be writin' down your obituary History You got your bitches with the silicone injections Crystal meth and yeast infections Bleached blond hair, collagen lip projections Who are you to criticize my intentions Got your subtle manipulative devices Just like you I got my vices I got a thought that would be nice I'd like to crush your head tight in my vice Pain!! And that goes for all you punks in the press That want to start shit by printin' lies Instead of the things we said That means you Andy Secher at Hit Parader Circus Magazine Mick Wall at Kerrang Bob Guccione Jr. at Spin, What you pissed off cuz your dad gets more pussy than you? Fuck you Suck my fuckin' dick You be rippin' off the fuckin' kids While they be payin' their hard earned money to read about the bands They want to know about Printin' lies startin' controversy You wanta antagonize me Antagonize me motherfucker Get in the ring motherfucker And I'll kick your bitchy little ass Punk I don't like you, I just hate you I gonna kick your ass, oh yeah! oh yeah! You may not like our integrity yeah We built a world out of anarchy oh yeah! And in this corner weighin in at 850 pounds, Guns N' Roses Get in the ring Yeah! Yeah this song is dedicated to All the Guns n' fuckin' Roses fans Who stuck with us through all the Fucking shit And to all those opposed... Hmm...well |
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from Guns N' Roses 2.2집 - Use Your Illusion II (1991)
I got the shotgun blues
Shotgun blues I said I don't know what I did But I know I gotta move I got the shotgun blues Shotgun blues I can't wait here forever I got too much here to lose An now you're blowin' smoke I think you're one big joke Me...I gotta lot to learn An I'm still waitin' for the heads to turn You say I walk a line Fuck they move it every time You walk a mile in my shoes And then you tell me 'bout singin' the blues You get what you pay for An freedom's real high priced An while your rippin' off children Somebody's fuckin' your wife It's never made a difference It's only how you survive I got the shotgun blues Shotgun blues I said I don't know what I did But I know I gotta move I got the shotgun blues Shotgun blues I can't wait here forever I got too much here to lose An now you ask me why I said it's do or die I'll stick it right in your face And then I'll put you In your motherfuckin' place And you...you can suck my ass An I think it's so low class Me...I'm just so concerned I'm still waitin' for your ass to burn Ooooh you want a confrontation I'll give you every fuckin' chance With your verbal masturbation Me...I just like to dance How's that for provocation I'm just makin' a stance An I'm tired of the frustration Of livin' inside of your lies And I'm wired on indignation I said somebody's got to die I got the shotgun blues Shotgun blues I said I don't know what I did But I know I gotta move I got the shotgun blues Shotgun blues I can't stay here forever I got too much here to lose I got the shotgun blues Shotgun blues Listen motherfucker You're about to pay your dues I got the shotgun blues Shotgun blues If you're goin' up against me Then you know you're gonna lose I know I know (there's ways - that we - can find) I know I know You think anyone with an I.Q. over fifteen Would believe your shit...fuckhead Nothin' but a fuckin' pussy |
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from Guns N' Roses 2.2집 - Use Your Illusion II (1991)
We all come in from the cold
We come down from the wire An everybody warms themselves to a different fire When sometimes we get burned You'd think sometime we'd learn The one you love is the one That should take you higher You ain't got no one You better go back out and find her Just like children hidin' in a closet Can't tell what's goin' on outside Sometimes we're so far off the beaten track We'll get taken for a ride By a parlor trick or some words of wit A hidden hand up a sleeve To think the one you love could hurt you now Is a little hard to believe But everybody darlin' sometimes Bites the hand that feeds When I look around Everybody always brings me down Well is it them or me Well I just can't see But there ain't no peace to found But if someone really cared Well they'd take the time to spare A moment to try and understand Another one's despair Remember in this game we call life That no one said it's fair Breakdown Let me hear it now Breakdown let me hear it now Yeah Breakdown Let me hear it now Breakdown let me hear it now Get down with yo' bad self Alright I've come to know the cold I think of it as home When there ain't enough of me to go around I'd rather be left alone But if I call you out of habit I'm out of love and I gotta have it Would you give it to me if I fit you needs Like when we both knew we had it But now the damage's done And we're back out on the run Fun how ev'rything was roses When we held on to the guns Just because you're winnin' Don't mean you're the lucky ones Breakdown Let me hear it now Breakdown Yeah Breakdown Breakdown Let me hear it now "There goes the challenger being chased By the blue blue meanies on wheels The vicious traffic squad cars are after our lone driver The last American hero The-the electric sintar The demi-god, The super driver of the golden west! Two nasty Nazi cars are close behind The beautiful lone driver The police cars are getting closer-closer... Closer to our soul hero in his soul mobile Yeah baby! They about to strike, They gonna get him, Smash! Rape! The last beautiful free soul on this planet But...it is written if the Evil Spirit arms the Tiger with claws Brahman provided wings for the Dove Thus spake the Super Guru" "Did you hear that" |
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from Guns N' Roses 2.2집 - Use Your Illusion II (1991)
I know this chick she lives down on Melrose
She ain't satisfied without some pain Friday night is goin' up inside her...again Well crack the whip 'Cause that bitch is just insane I'm serious She's pretty tied up hangin' upside down She's pretty tied up an you can ride her She's pretty tied up hangin' upside down I can't tell you she's the right one Oh no, oh no, oh no Once there was this rock n' roll band Rollin' on the streets Time went by and it became a joke We just needed more and more fulfilling- Uh-huh Time went by and it all went up in smoke But check it out She's pretty tied up hangin' upside down She's pretty tied up an you can ride her She's pretty tied up hangin' upside down Ohh I can't tell you she's the right one Oh no, oh no, oh no Once you made that money it costs more now It might cost a lot more than you'd think I just found a million dollars That someone forgot It's days like this that push me o'er the brinks Cool and stressing She's pretty tied up hangin' upside down She's pretty tied up an you can ride her She's pretty tied up hangin' upside down And I can't tell you she's the right one Oh she's the right one (But I can tell you a thing or two 'Bout somethin' else If you really wanna know-Know what I'm sayin') |
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from Guns N' Roses 2.2집 - Use Your Illusion II (1991)
Gonna find a way to cure this loneliness
Yeah I'll find a way to cure the pain If I said that you're my friend And our love would never end How long before I had your trust again I opened up the doors when it was cold outside Hopin' that you'd find your own way in But how can I protect you Or try not to neglect you When you won't take the love I have to give I bought me an illusion An I put it on the wall I let it fill my head with dreams And I had to have them all But oh the taste is never so sweet As what you'd believe it is- Well I guess it never is It's these prejudiced illusions That pump the blood To the heart of the biz You know I never thought That it could take so long You know I never knew how to be strong Yeah, I let you shape me But I feel as though you raped me 'Cause you climbed inside my world And in my songs So now I've closed the door To keep the cold outside Seems somehow I've found the will to live But how can I forget you Or try not to reject you When we both know it takes time to forgive Sweetness is a virtue And you lost your virtue long ago You know I'd like to hurt you But my conscience always tells me no You could sell your body on the street To anyone whom you might meet Who'd love to try and get inside And bust your innocence open wide 'Cause my baby's got a locomotive My baby's gone off the track My baby's got a locomotive Got ta peel the bitch off my back I know it looks like I'm insane Take a closer look I'm not to blame No Gonna have some fun with my frustration Gonna watch the big screen in my head I'd rather take a detour 'Cause this road ain't gettin' clearer Your train of thought has cut me off again Better tame that boy 'cause he's a wild one Better tame that boy for he's a man Sweetheart don't make me laugh You's gettin' too big for your pants And I's think maybe you should Cut out while you can You can use you illusion- Let it take you where it may We live and learn And then sometimes it's best to walk away Me I'm just here hangin' on It's my only place to stay at least For now anyway I've worked too hard for my illusions Just to throw them all away I'm taking time for quiet consolation In passing by this love that's passed away I know it's never easy- So why should you believe me When I've always got so many things to say Calling off the dogs a simple choice is made 'Cause playful hearts Can sometimes be enraged You know I tried to wake you- I mean how long could it take you To open up your eyes and turn the page Kindness is a treasure- And it's one towards me you've seldom shown So I'll say it for good measure To all the ones like you I've known Ya know I'd like to shave your head And all my friends could paint it red 'Cause love to me's a two way street An all I really want is peace But my baby's got a locomotive My baby's gone off the track My baby's got a locomotive Got ta peel the bitch off my back I know it looks like I'm insane Take a closer look I'm not to blame No Affection is a blessing Can you find it in your sordid heart I tried to keep this thing ta-gether But the tremor tore my pad apart Yeah I know it's hard to face When all we've worked for's gone to waste But you're such a stupid woman And I'm such a stupid man But love like time's got its own plans 'Cause my baby's got a locomotive My baby's gone off the track My baby's got a locomotive Got ta peel the bitch off my back I know it looks like I'm insane Take a closer look I'm not to blame Yeah If love is blind I guess I'll buy myself a cane Love's so strange |
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from Guns N' Roses 2.2집 - Use Your Illusion II (1991)
How could she look so fine
How could it be she might be mine How could she be so cool I've been taken for a fool So many times It's a story of a man Who works as hard as he can Just to be a man who stands on his own But the book always burns As the story takes it turn An leaves a broken man How could she be so cool How could she be so fine I owe a favor to a friend My friends they always come through for me- Yeah It's a story of a man Who works as hard as he can Just to be a man who stands on his own But the book always burns As the story takes it turn An leaves a broken man If you could only live my life You could see the difference you make to me- To me I'd look right up at night And all I'd see was darkness Now I see the stars alright I wanna reach right up and grab one for you When the lights went down in your house Yeah that made me happy The sweat I make for you Yeah...I think you know where that comes from Well I'd look right up at night And all I'd see was darkness Now I see the stars alright I wanna reach right up and grab one for you When the lights went down in your house Yeah that made me happy The sweat I make for you I think you know where that comes from How could she look so good(So good) How could she be so fine How could she be so cool How could it be she might be mine |
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from Guns N' Roses 2.2집 - Use Your Illusion II (1991)
When you're talkin to yourself
And nobody's home You can fool yourself You came in this world alone (Alone) So nobody ever told you baby How it was gonna be So what'll happen to you baby Guess we'll have to wait and see ONE, TWO Old at heart but I'm only 28 And I'm much too young To let love break my heart Young at heart but it's getting much too late To find ourselves so far apart I don't know how you're s'posed To find me lately An what more could tou ask from me How could you say that I never needed you When you took everything Said you took everything from me Young at heart an it gets so hard to wait When no one I know can seem to help me now Old at heart but I musn't hesitate If I'm to find my own way out Still talkin' to myself and nobody's home (Alone) So nobody ever told us baby How it was gonna be So what'll happen to us baby Guess we'll have to wait and see When I find out all the reasons Maybe I'll find another way Find another day With all the changing seasons of my life Maybe I'll get it right next time An now that you've been broken down Got your head out of the clouds You're back down on the ground And you don't talk so loud An you don't walk so proud Any more, and what for Well I jumped into the river Too many times to make it home I'm out here on my own, an drifting all alone If it doesn't show give it time To read between the lines 'Cause I see the storm getting closer And the waves they get so high Seems everything We've ever known's here Why must it drift away and die I'll never find anyone to replace you Guess I'll have to make it thru, this time- Oh this time Without you I knew the storm was getting closer And all my friends said I was high But everything we've ever known's here I never wanted it to die |
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from Guns N' Roses 2.2집 - Use Your Illusion II (1991)
I'm a cold heartbreaker
Fit ta burn and I'll rip your heart in two An I'll leave you lyin' on the bed I'll be out the door before ya wake It's nuthin' new ta you 'Cause I think *we've seen that movie too 'Cause you could be mine But you're way out of line With your bitch slap rappin' And your cocaine tongue You get nuthin' done I said you could be mine Now holidays come and then they go It's nothin' new today Collect another memory When I come home late at night Don't ask me where I've been Just count your stars I'm home again 'Cause you could be mine But you're way out of line With your bitch slap rappin' And your cocaine tongue You get nuthin' done I said you could be mine You've gone sketchin' too many times Why don't ya give it a rest Why Must you find Another reason to cry While you're breakin' down my back n' I been rackin' out my brain It don't matter how we make it 'Cause it always ends the same You can push it for more mileage But your flaps r' wearin' thin And I could sleep on it 'til mornin' But this nightmare never ends Don't forget to call my lawyers With ridiculous demands An you can take the pity so far But it's more than I can stand 'Cause this couchtrip's gettin' older Tell me how long has it been 'Cause 5 years is forever An you haven't grown up yet You could be mine But you're way out of line With your bitch slap rappin' And your cocaine tongue You get nuthin' done I said you could be mine You should be You could be mine Yeah! |
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from Guns N' Roses 2.2집 - Use Your Illusion II (1991)
If we could see tomorrow
What of your plans No one can live in sorrow Ask all your friends Times that you took in stride They're back in demand I was the one who's washing Blood off your hands Don't you cry tonight I still love you baby Don't you cry tonight There's a heaven above you baby And don't you cry tonight I know the things you wanted They're not what you have With all the people talkin' It's drivin' you mad If I was standin' by you How would you feel Knowing your love's decided And all love is real baby Don't you cry tonight ×3 There's a heaven above you baby And don't you cry tonight I thought I could live in your world As years all went by With all the voices I've heard Something has died And when you're in need of someone My heart won't deny you So many seem so lonely With no one left to cry to baby Don't you cry tonight ×3 There's a heaven above you baby And don't you cry Don't you never cry Don't you cry tonight baby baby someday Don't you cry Don't you never cry Don't you cry tonight Yeeee Yaaaa Yeeee Yaaaa |
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from Guns N' Roses 2.2집 - Use Your Illusion II (1991)
You wan'da step into my world
It's a sociopsychotic state of bliss You've been delayed in the real world How many times have you hit and missed? You cat-scan shows disfiguration I wanna laugh myself to death With a misfired synapse with a bent configuration I'll hold the line while you gasp for breath You wanna talk to me So talk to me You wanna talk to me (x7) You can't talk to me You don't understand your sex You ain't been mindfucked yet Let's do it (x3) Oh my distorted smile Guess what I'm doing now |
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from Gilby Clarke - Pawnshop Guitars (2003)
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 |
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from Gilby Clarke - Pawnshop Guitars (2003)
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. |
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from Gilby Clarke - Pawnshop Guitars (2003)
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. |
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from Gilby Clarke - Pawnshop Guitars (2003)
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 |
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from Gilby Clarke - Pawnshop Guitars (2003)
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 |
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from Gilby Clarke - Pawnshop Guitars (2003)
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. |
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from Gilby Clarke - Hangover (2003)
Sold my Stones 45's
And traded in my 'stang I lost it all in a time warp My generation boomeranged Yesterday, was it great? Stayed in bed in my hangover clothes I couldn't get up for the day Wasn't yesterday great Dropping out of the machine Walk the nuclear slide Got a headache from the strobelights An acid overdrive Yesterday, was it great Stayed in bed in my hangover clothes I couldn't get up for the day Wasn't yesterday great Put a quarter in the pay phone I buy all the lies If forever is a moment I'd sell tomorrow night Yesterday, was it great Stayed in bed in my hangover clothes I couldn't get up for the day Wasn't yesterday great Wasn't, wasn't yesterday great |
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from Gilby Clarke - Hangover (2003)
I never saw the trouble in front of me
I never felt the whip come down Found my suicide motel room key It took an ol' blind bloodhound My record players broken again The red lights flickerin' If it's good enough for rock n' roll Well it's good enough for me If it's good enough for rock n' roll Well it's good enough for me Waiting for this liquor store thief Just a lawyer in a fake pony skin Stolen from yesterdays bleed Bring your own bottle of sin Thought I saw your silhouette Buy my alcohol goggles are cracked If it's good enough for rock n' roll Well it's good enough for me If it's good enough for rock n' roll Well it's good enough for me Tell me how you want it I ain't getting down on my knees Show me how you goy it I ain't getting down on my knees My record players broken again The red lights flickerin' If it's good enough for rock n' roll Well it's good enough for me If it's good enough for rock n' roll Well it's good enough for me |
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from Gilby Clarke - Hangover (2003)
Undertaker of the overkill
Coming down from the model glue Vegas strip couldn't rob you blind Weekends free with the genocide Zero hour, rapid fire Panic stricken, desperation Zip gun, I'm a liquor store thief Zip gun, trailer park white trash Battleground of the junkie glam Time bombs, shooting rubberbands Blackout ain't a flashback Just the end of innocent White lies, hard crime Make believe, smokescreen Zip gun, I'm a liquor store thief Zip gun, trailer park white trash Walking wounded Gotta get outta here Damned and stupid Sinking feeling I'm buried here |
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from Gilby Clarke - Hangover (2003)
Bitter pills washed down with vodka and hope
Beautiful, but strung out, socially stoned Cold sweats and fake charms, tranquilize my heart Tattoo euphoria on the battle scars You're getting higher than I was You're getting higher than I was You're getting higher than I was You're getting higher Speedballs rememdy your world Speed killed the weirdo I built Circled my universe, tranquilized and died Can't watch you drag down a star in overdrive You're getting higher than I was You're getting higher than I was You're getting higher than I was You're getting higher This is the low, this is the low You're so alone, so alone, so alone You're getting higher than I was You're getting higher than I was You're getting higher than I was You're getting higher |
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from Gilby Clarke - Hangover (2003)
Remember Mickey Marmalade
Was a glitter symphony Bellbottomed roadie A pacified pretty thing Ziggy had a super heart but the rock star Got really bored so he sold his soul To the Music Television whores Empty bottle robots Whacked out noisy folk songs Leading from the back But nowhere to go, no, yeah The jeepster was the boogie guru The groover, grooved to the world His tiger Les Paul was Poetry to the blues Empty bottle robots Whacked out noisy folk songs Leading from the back But nowhere to go, no, yeah |
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from Gilby Clarke - Hangover (2003)
Can't sing the blues in this crowded room
If nobody will buy me a drink A simple drink, it's unhappy hour Bury me on Bourbon Street I lost the power over you I miss the power over you Let's celebrate all the cheap things Sucking down booze with my strength What happened to the naked truth It vanished with the weakest fight I lost the power over you I miss the power over you Blue Grass Mosquito, Blue Grass Mosquito I lost the power over you Can't sing the blues in this crowded room If nobody will buy me a drink A simple drink, it's unhappy hour Bury me on Bourbon Street |
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from Gilby Clarke - Hangover (2003)
She's not a girl who misses much
Do do do do do do, oh yeah She's well acquainted with the touch of the velvet hand Like a lizard on a window pane The man in the crowd with the multi-colored mirrors On his hobnail boots Lying with his eyes while his hands are busy working overtime A soap inpression of his wife Which he ate and donated to the National Trust I need a fix 'cause I'm going down Down to the bits that I left uptown I need a fix 'cause I'm going down Mother Superior jump the gun Happiness is a warm gun Happiness is a warm gun When I hold you in my arms And I feel my finger on your trigger I know no one can do me no harm Because Happiness is a warm gun - Yes it is |
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from Gilby Clarke - Hangover (2003)
She's a tongue twisting storm
She will come to the show tonight Praying to the light machine She wants my money, not my honey She's a funky thigh collector Laying on electric dreams So come on, come on We've really got a good thing going Come on, come on If you think we're gonna make it You better hang on to yourself We can't dance, don't talk to much, just ball and play But then we move around like tigers on vaseline The bitter comes out better on a stolen guitar You're blessed, we're the spiders from Mars So come on, come on We've really got a good thing going Come on, come on If you think we're gonna make it You better hang on to yourself So come on, come on We've really got a good thing going Come on, come on If you think we're gonna make it You better hang on to yourself |
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from Gilby Clarke - Hangover (2003)
Captain Chaos
Jonesin' sweet desperation Captain Chaos So young, strung out n' numb Souvenirs from hell and back Left your wreckage in a body bag Captain Chaos Buried with my Telecaster Captain Chaos The money chord didn't fail ya' You drink n' forget you're just a drunk Stay pretty n' hope you die young I'll miss the songs you'll never write You played so good, it made you go blind Captain Chaos Buried with my Telecaster Captain Chaos The money chord didn't fail ya' Everybody had you all wrong You're human underneath the GOD You gave, like you were the Jesus Then died for the same reason Captain Chaos Buried with my Telecaster Captain Chaos Did everybody say they knew ya' Captain Chaos Jonesin' sweet, sweet desperation Captain Chaos So young, strung out and numb |
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from Gilby Clarke - Hangover (2003)
I think you're really weird
Damned and neurotic That green hair's kinda queer And it really makes me sick If talk is so cheap Then your bullshit's expensive Wash your mouth you stink, Dangerous and vicious Like you, incarcerate me now Can't breathe, don't need Punk rock pollution Can't breathe, don't need Punk rock pollution Somebody strung me up Violent stupid drunks Suffocate me now Don't leave me here in rehab bad Clash Used up New York Dolls Can't breathe, don't need Punk rock pollution Can't breathe, don't need Punk rock pollution I think you're really weird Damned and neurotic queer Incarcerate me now, disintegrate me Wash your mouth you really stink Dangerous and viscious piece of shit Can't breathe, don't need Punk rock pollution Can't breathe, don't need Punk rock pollution Can't breathe, don't need, neat, neat, neat, neat Punk rock pollution |
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from Gilby Clarke - Rubber (2003)
Kilroy was here. He cashed a check and checked out.
His asphyxiation was such a mess when he was found. Did I do you wrong? I did you no wrong. I'm selling you what you sold me. Suffocate in the air you breathe. I'm selling you what you sold me. Suffocate in the air you breath. I wish you were here to tell everyone I got your car. In all this doom was the guilt in satire. Did I do you wrong? I did you no wrong. I'm selling you what you sold me. Suffocate in the air you breathe. I'm selling you what you sold me. Suffocate in the air you breath. Falling off the world is the last thing I would do. I'd do the same if I was you. You used to be so cruel. It's the last thing that you'll do. ... I'm selling you (Kilroy) what you sold me. (Was Here) Suffocate in the air you breathe. I'm selling you (Kilroy) I'm selling you. (Was Here) I’m selling you (Kilroy) I’m selling you. (Was Here) |
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from Gilby Clarke - Rubber (2003)
Oh Lord, won't you buy me a Mercedes Benz
my friends all drive porches I must make amends worked hard all my lifetime no help from my friends so oh lord, won't you buy me a Mercedes Benz oh lord, won't you buy me a color T.V. dialing for dollars is trying to find me I wait for delivery each day until three oh lord, won't you buy me a color T.V. lord won't you buy me a night on the town I'm counting on you lord please don't let me down prove that you love me and buy the next round oh lord, won't you buy me a night on the town ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By LITTLE, JOE N III / LEVERT, GERALD <i>Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.</i> |
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from Gilby Clarke - Rubber (2003)
Superstar, it’s so hard to hang with you.
Superstar, no one loves you like you do. If you’re going to die, I’ll kill you. A silver glitter sword, heavy metal boots. Dropping out of style like celebrity, Mind your vanity. Superstar, it’s so hard to hang with you. Superstar, no one loves you like you do. Coming up for air with a cigarette. Cold sweat, the shakes, and vodka sex. Warming up to people you that used to hate. Work your poverty. Superstar, it’s so hard to hang with you. Superstar, no one loves you like you do. When you come around I ain’t going to be there. When you come around I ain’t going to be there. ... Superstar, it’s so hard to hang with you. Superstar, no one loves you like you do. When you come around I ain’t going to be there. When you come around I ain’t going to be there. |
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from Gilby Clarke - Swag (2003)
Can't watch my television
Ain't enough science fiction? I'm scuzzied out of my head Powered down everything The static's deafening All wired up for the end Am I on top of the world? I'm crashing down on you Chorus Am I an Alien, am I an Alien I got this second skin deteriorating Still floating day to day I phase out wondering My spaceship wrecked my future home Synthesized and traumatized A disaster amplified My star burned out of control Am I on top of the world? I'm crashing down on you Chorus Am I on top of the world? I'm crashing down on you ... Am I on top of the world? I'm crashing down on you Chorus Am I an Alien, am I an Alien I got this second skin deteriorating ...X2 |
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from Gilby Clarke - Swag (2003)
If there's no hope no resolution to hope for
I'll be sad a little unwrapped but not so hopeless like I was Now that the worlds crashing down Chorus Oh Yeah, I'm nobody who never had a chance Oh Yeah, I'm nobody who never had a chance So decadent, socially wrecked a little sexually frustrated You crashed my car and burned my house now you're useless and left out Now the worlds crashing down Bridge I ain't coming around here no more I ain't coming around here no more ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By CLARKE, GILBY <i>Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing</i> |
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from Gilby Clarke - Swag (2003)
If anything could happen, I'd start on my way to heaven
I'd leave this world and all the thrills, like girls and 7/11 My families fine, my friends are all the guys on lives of the rich and famous Will someone meet me at the pearly gates and let me in when I start knocking Whoa, I wonder how I'll be remembered Whoa, How about a star on Hollywood Blvd? If I met God I'd smile alot I hope my hairs OK and my tattoos fade as he hands down my penance He said what did you do in 82' with that girl you weren't in love with? I said I was young and dumb Was there something wrong with having fun with one of your creations? Whoa, I wonder how I'll be remembered Whoa, How about a star on Hollywood Blvd.? I want a window seat I don't want anything to pass me It's a new parade it's Judgement Day for me What ever happened to the records that were going platinum Everybody just stood up and cheered and said the next big thing is coming So I dropped a lot of acid, just to hear what the Beatles were saying It's been 32 years and I really don't care, everyone's so depressing ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By CLARKE, GILBY <i>Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group</i> |
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My souls on the line, I'm getting tired of begging
The Devil's sliding in and I can feel my heart pounding I fear the new church and I worship no man I'm the lord of my life and I'm mad as hell for suffering I ain't breaking down anymore Like dead weight lying on the floor Chorus In my Heart Of Chrome, Surrounded by pain There's a method to my madness, survival by faith In my Heart Of Chrome, Surrounded by pain In my Heart of Chrome is who I am It's a cruel punishment survival in hell The power of sin is the loss of innocence I fear the new church and I worship no one I'm the lord of my life and I'm mad as hell for suffering I ain't breaking down anymore Like dead weight lying on the floor |
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from Gilby Clarke - Swag (2003)
I don't need the heat, I didn't ask for the power
I never wanted any trouble; I won't die a coward You would think monies satisfaction, it isn't freedom if you aren't free It's all just an addiction; you'd sell your soul for some peace Chorus Give me the Warm Country Sun Get me out of the city Give me the Warm Country Sun I need some comfort and peace I'm kinda used to this poverty 'til someone tells you it's wrong I kinda like my simple ways, I never meant any harm I got God in my church; I earn the money I make My children learn appreciation with every sweat I break Yeah I love my country and I would fight in its wars Says here born in the USA tattooed on my arm ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By CLARKE, GILBY <i>Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing</i> |
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from Gilby Clarke - Swag (2003)
This ain't rock'n'roll. This is genocide!
As they pulled you out of the oxygen tent You asked for the latest party With your silicone hump and your ten inch stump Dressed like a priest you was Todd Browning's freak you was Crawling down the alley on your hands and knee I'm sure you're not protected, for it's plain to see The diamond dogs are poachers and they hide behind trees Hunt you to the ground they will, mannequins with kill appeal (Will they come?) I'll keep a friend serene (Will they come?) Oh baby, come unto me (Will they come?) Well, she's come, been and gone. Come out of the garden, baby You'll catch your death in the fog Young girl, they call them the Diamond Dogs Young girl, they call them the Diamond Dogs The Halloween Jack is a real cool cat And he lives on top of Manhattan Chase The elevator's broke, so he slides down a rope Onto the street below, oh Tarzie, go man go Meet his little hussy with his ghost town approach Her face is sans feature, but she wears a Dali brooch Sweetly reminiscent, something mother used to bake Wrecked up and paralyzed, Diamond Dogs are stabilized (Will they come?) I'll keep a friend serene (Will they come?) Oh baby, come unto me (Will they come?) Well, she's come, been and gone. Come out of the garden, baby You'll catch your death in the fog Young girl, they call them the Diamond Dogs Young girl, they call them the Diamond Dogs Oo-oo-ooh, call them the Diamond Dogs Oo-oo-ooh, call them the Diamond Dogs In the year of the scavenger, the season of the bitch Sashay on the boardwalk, scurry to the ditch Just another future song, lonely little kitsch (There's gonna be sorrow) try and wake up tomorrow (Will they come?) I'll keep a friend serene (Will they come?) Oh baby, come unto me (Will they come?) Well, she's come, been and gone. Come out of the garden, baby You'll catch your death in the fog Young girl, they call them the Diamond Dogs Young girl, they call them the Diamond Dogs Oo-oo-ooh, call them the Diamond Dogs Oo-oo-ooh, call them the Diamond Dogs Bow-wow, woof woof, bow-wow, wow Call them the Diamond Dogs Dogs Call them the Diamond Dogs, call them, call them Call them the Diamond Dogs, call them, call them, ooo Call them the Diamond Dogs Keep cool Diamond Dogs rule, OK Hey-hey-hey-hey Beware of the Diamond Dogs Beware of the Diamond Dogs ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By BOWIE, DAVID <i>Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, CHRYSALIS MUSIC GROUP INC</i> |
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from Gilby Clarke - 99 Live (1999)
Sold my Stones 45's
And traded in my 'stang I lost it all in a time warp My generation boomeranged Yesterday, was it great? Stayed in bed in my hangover clothes I couldn't get up for the day Wasn't yesterday great Dropping out of the machine Walk the nuclear slide Got a headache from the strobelights An acid overdrive Yesterday, was it great Stayed in bed in my hangover clothes I couldn't get up for the day Wasn't yesterday great Put a quarter in the pay phone I buy all the lies If forever is a moment I'd sell tomorrow night Yesterday, was it great Stayed in bed in my hangover clothes I couldn't get up for the day Wasn't yesterday great Wasn't, wasn't yesterday great |
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from Gilby Clarke - 99 Live (1999)
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. |
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from Gilby Clarke - 99 Live (1999)
Kilroy was here. He cashed a check and checked out.
His asphyxiation was such a mess when he was found. Did I do you wrong? I did you no wrong. I'm selling you what you sold me. Suffocate in the air you breathe. I'm selling you what you sold me. Suffocate in the air you breath. I wish you were here to tell everyone I got your car. In all this doom was the guilt in satire. Did I do you wrong? I did you no wrong. I'm selling you what you sold me. Suffocate in the air you breathe. I'm selling you what you sold me. Suffocate in the air you breath. Falling off the world is the last thing I would do. I'd do the same if I was you. You used to be so cruel. It's the last thing that you'll do. ... I'm selling you (Kilroy) what you sold me. (Was Here) Suffocate in the air you breathe. I'm selling you (Kilroy) I'm selling you. (Was Here) I’m selling you (Kilroy) I’m selling you. (Was Here) |
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from Gilby Clarke - 99 Live (1999)
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. |
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