Feeling easy on the outside But not so funny on the inside Feel the sound, pray for rain For this is the night we ride Lock all your doors from the outside The key will dangle by the inside You may begin to understand That this is the night we ride This ain't the garden of eden There ain't no angels above And things ain't like what they used to be And this ain't the summer of love
Feeling easy on the outside But not so funny on the inside Feel the sound, pray for rain For this is the night we ride Lock all your doors from the outside The key will dangle by the inside You may begin to understand That this is the night we ride This ain't the garden of eden There ain't no angels above And things ain't like what they used to be And this ain't the summer of love
the night we ride this ain't the summer of love This ain't the garden of eden There ain't no angels above And things ain't like what they used to be And this ain't the This ain't the garden of eden There ain't no angels above And things ain't like what they used to be And this ain't the summer of love
Don't wanna drown Don't wanna be found This is not my destiny Oh yeah No twentieth century casualty Oh yeah
I don't wanna watch television I don't wanna listen to the radio I don't wanna drown in american society
Don't wanna be rich Now can't you see the way they dress They dress Well they're a bloody tax mess I don't wanna go to the movies I don't wanna listen to the company Don't wanna drown in american society
Taime is a rock star Just like me Everyone loves him Just like me They all think he's punk Just like me Smack how he picks it up So where's your dignity?
Faster, faster, faster.......
Well axl is a love god Just like me The girls all love him Just like me But he's so messed up Just like me Doesn't want to give it up So where's your dignity?
Guns and, guns and, guns and Guns and, guns and, guns and
Well vixen are love gods Just like me Pretty pretty sex things Just like me Dressed up and to pay to play I couldn't live that way Hair spray and bustier Can't fool me
Vixen, vixen, vixen Vixen, vixen, vixen
Slash is a love god I know it's hard to believe Boys all dig him But boys are easy to please You've got the bimbos swinging Like monkeys in the trees You've got limos and money So where's your dignity?
I'm all fucked up and I'm mad as hell Violate your daughter And your son as well I don't give a shit about your crummy lie As long as I'm god, I'm packin' a rod Yeah
I'm packin' a rod I'm packing a rod I'm packin' a rod, baby And it's all for you
Guns and ammo is what I read My cold steel dagger's gonna make you bleed When you talk to me You best watch what you say My smith and wesson heat Is gonna blow you away
And it's all for you Packin' a rod I'm packin' a rod
I suppose I should say a few words here Let it all out Try to let it all out
I like the sign with the blinking light I like the sign it makes me feel alright I like the lights yeah they’re soothing me I like the lights when they get blurry
But something out there’s messing with me A strange dose of reality
I had some things I had to do today I had some things my head got in the way I thought a drive might make it okay I thought a drive would take it all away
I can’t shake what’s hanging over me I can’t shake it this brain freeze Something out there’s messing with me Bad things come in more than threes
Bad things bad things I just wanna Bad things, bad things I wanna wanna Bad things, bad things Come on, I wanna Bad things, bad things I just wanna feel good And I feel so bad
I like the sound of the urban din I like the sound it fits the mood I’m in The city plays it’s manic song The city plays I want to sing along
I can’t shake what’s hanging over me I can’t shake it this brain freeze Bad things keep happening to me Bad things come in more than threes
Bad things, bad things I just wanna.. Bad things, bad things I wanna, wanna.. Bad things, bad things Come on I wanna.. Bad things, bad things I just wanna feel good
I had some things I had to do today I had some things my head got in the way I can’t shake what’s hanging over me I just can’t shake what’s hanging over me
Bad things bad things I just wanna.. Bad things, bad things I wanna, wanna Bad things, bad things Come on I wanna.. Bad things, bad things I just wanna feel good
I still get angry I still get sad And the losers still drive me mad And I wonder If I have anything to say anymore Oh yeah I wonder if i have anything to say Except the masses are asses They're all asses
Things still piss me off And things still make me cry Poetry's in motion but not in mind Poetry's in motion but not in my mind Poetic justice will come in time And I just have to laugh I just have to laugh Because the masses are asses We're all asses Masses are asses every day Masses are asses in every way Woo woo
I’ll drink bitter wine I’ll eat humble pie I’ll do all this For some peace I'll do all this for peace of mind
Can we trust each other I'm not your keeper No farewell sister Try to have savoir-faire Pretend like I just don't care You'll do all this just to get high I'll do all this to just get by
Wah wah one and one is two We got a drama I’m watching TV and I don’t need you Bring on the drama I’ll tell you something and you know it’s true You’re full of drama My piss is yellow and the sky is blue W got a drama
Spare me You’re draining me
Wah wah one and two is three Bring on the drama There’s something wrong yeah I agree We got a drama I’ll tell you something that you’re choking me With all you’re drama Life stinks and the grass is green We got a drama
Spare me, you’re draining me Draining me, draining me, draining me You’re draining me
One, two, fuck you
Spare me, you’re draining me Draining me, draining me, draining me
He's the one who can take out my trash He's the one who can scratch on my back He's the one who don't give you flack About what I do, and it's not you baby It's not you It ain't you
He's the one who can love me tender He's the one who can fix up my blender He's the one don't give a hoot About what I do, and it's not you baby
He's the one who can…(sizzle) He's the one who can…(pant). He's the one who don't give a hoot 'bout what I do, and it's not you NO!
Are you gonna join? Are you the half that's gonna swallow the gun? Exactly where do you stand You seem to have trouble being human
You've got a habit of starting a fight You wanna punch out somebody's light Messing with other people's lives What makes you think That you've got that right
Playing rock and roll On a Friday night A noise complaint Turned into a fight The neighbors were loud It disturbed our crowd We played some more And they stormed the door
We didn't do nothing Hey hey hey... But now we're running And hiding
Cops got on stage And they pulled my hair Kicked 'em in the balls
The fans in mind It shows how they find You can call me a tramp don't unplug my amp
We didn't do nothin' Hey hey hey But now we're runnin' And hidin'
