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from L.A. Guns - L.A. Guns (1988)
Yeah and this time comes in my life, hey what's your story
Save your conscience For some other cheap soul Puerto Rican spiritual number And I thought "The further from home, the closer to you" I need a whiskey, I'm bleeding gasoline You play the starring role in my psychedelic dream Don't need no witness, don't need no referee They're running hot tonight, her danger symphony Please don't save me Don't tell me when it's time to go It could not faze me I only want to let you know Bitch is back, right on track Bitch is back, I like it like that Let me come inside your sacred heart Let me feel your warm embrace I love you, hate you, confiscate you Can't live without your face If you're in jail, I pay your bail I shouldn't but it's a fact Stop the world in motion, swim the ocean Just to get you back Please don't save me Don't tell me when it's time to go It, it could not faze me I only wanna let you know Bitch is back, right on track Bitch is back, I like it like that, yes I do Bitch There ain't no justice, no need to compromise There's so much mystery, behind those steel blue eyes She give me music, she give me surgery She moves just like the wind, her dark identity Please don't save me Don't tell me when it's time to go It could not faze me I only wanna let you know Bitch is back |
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from L.A. Guns - L.A. Guns (1988)
A boy shoots a gun, a girl looks for fun
Runnin' round in the Hollywood streets Shakedown all around, Lay your dirty money down You can't always get what you need Midnight's cool, right, die in the moonlight No cure for the social disease Sex fiends, Acid Queens, livin' on a bad dream This town never sleeps Down in the city Gettin' what you need Down in the city Make your poor heart bleed Livin' by the trigger, always better if it's bigger Won't catch me down on my knees Shake it down, lay it down, Sin City all around Hollywood's the city of sleaze Loose change, no-names, lookin' for a fast way To make it to the top ot the heap Face down, gutter bound, Laughin' at the poor clown Walkin' on his name in the street Down in the city Give you what ya need Down in the city Make your poor heart bleed Ha, ha, ha, ha A boy shoots a gun, a girl looks for fun Runnin' round in the Hollywood streets Shakedown all around, Lay your dirty money down You can't always get what you need Loose change, no-names, lookin' for a fast way To make it to the top of the heap Face down, gutter bound, Laughin' at the poor clown Walkin on his name in the street Down in the city Give you what ya need Down in the city Make your poor heart bleed Down in the city Give you what ya need Down in the city It's good enough for me You're gonna burn Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha |
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from L.A. Guns - L.A. Guns (1988)
I need the highway wind blowin' in my hair
Five thousand miles I've roamed now, I'm gettin' there This is my destiny, the way that I choose Don't need no one to talk about About love and blues Round, round, up and down Moves so fast, never touch the ground High, high, touch the sky Don't come down, don't make me try Lost in space or any other place Living my dream on the moving train Gypsy, electric gypsy, round I blow, yeah I remember way back when, I was just like you Yeah, I killed myself to live, but I didn't have a clue I got saddled in chrome and steel 750 reasons why I can't stand still Oh no, here I go Gotta keep moving, gotta let go 'Nother town, 'nother girl Can't stand still till I've seen the world Till I've seen the world, when I cry Get in my spaceship, watch me fly Gypsy, electric gypsy, round I blow, yeah, ooh, ah Don't need no one to tell me to settle down Life in the fast lane suits me to the ground This is my destiny, the way that I choose Don't need no one to tell me About love and blues Round, round, up and down Moves so fast, never touch the ground High, high, touch the sky Don't come down, don't make me try Lost in space or any other place Puttin' my dream on the moving train Gypsy, electric gypsy, round I blow Gypsy, electric gypsy, oh oh oh Gypsy, electric gypsy, round I blow Gypsy, electric gypsy, (n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-no no no no no no) round I blow Gypsy, electric gypsy, (oh oh oh oh oh) round I blow Gypsy - |
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from L.A. Guns - L.A. Guns (1988)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Don't you like me, won't you invite me Take me on back to your home Do you think I'm easy, Would you like to please me Next time you're all alone Would you say you care, rough my hair Do whatever I please Will you keep me in style, 'cuz you know all the while That I'm the Hollywood Tease Oh, what a lonely person you are Oh, without me you couldn't get far Let me be rude, do you mind if I'm crude I'll insult all of your friends Never reprimand me, Say you won't demand me Promise that you like all my trends Will you run my bath, make me laugh Get right down on your knees Stare in amazement at my Hollywood basement I'm the Hollywood Tease Oh, what a lonely person you are Oh, without me you couldn't get far, Oh hot dog Want to abuse you, I'm out to confuse you Suck your blood and leave you for dead Hey I'm sarcastic, I'll treat you like a spastic Ignore every word that you say Gonna snore in your ear, spit in your beer Do whatever I please When I've broken your heart, I'll quickly depart 'Cuz I'm the Hollywood, I'm the Hollywood I'm the Hollywood, I'm the Hollywood ha, ha, Tease |
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from L.A. Guns - L.A. Guns (1988)
Come on Jane, I wanna hold ya tight, yeah
Give ya love, make you feel alright, yeah I say the things that you wanna hear I'm gonna whisper in your ear. Show no mercy Show no mercy Show no mercy But did you think you were the only one Just a victim of a love and run Lonely heart and a woman in black I broke your heart and I ain't coming back And I'm sorry if I broke your dream Watch your life come apart at the seam I know it ain't fair I broke your heart, yeah yeah Show no mercy Show no mercy Show no mercy I'll be standing in the shadows of love Hey yeah, so I'm indiscreet Shattered dolls and a fait accompli I wonder why, why I keep up the chase I'm just a fool for a pretty face Show no mercy Show no mercy Show no mercy |
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from L.A. Guns - L.A. Guns (1988)
We're lost at the edge of time
No money, it ain't a crime Doing things the way that I choose Gonna make the front page news My finger on the gun Bang, bang, gets things done You got nothing, nothing to lose Street life, paying your dues Gonna sing the young man blues You got nothing, nothing to lose I want dollars, sex, instant fame Let it rock, the name of the game Steal a car, and I'm ready to fight Fat cop gonna read ya your rights I'm lost on the heartbreak zone Hold tight, don't let go, no, no, no You got nothing, nothing to lose Street life, pay your dues Gonna sing the young man blues Fall from grace, child in time Born of thunder, one of a kind Fire and ice, battle cry Powers within, they multiply, yeah Oh... Loose gun and I can't be beat White trash kickin' the street A city brat gone far from home A city brat don't want anymore, My finger on the gun A bang, bang gets things done Yeah, yeah, yeah You got nothing, nothing to lose Street life, paying your dues Gonna sing the young man dues You got nothing You got nothing, nothing to lose Street life, paying your dues Gonna sing the young man blues You got nothing, nothing to lose You gotta scream and fight Hey, hey, yeah, hey, hey, yeah Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa No, no, no, no, no, no Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Yeah, Yeah |
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from L.A. Guns - L.A. Guns (1988)
Angel mercy, tears like rain
Hurt so good, can't feel no pain Paint it black, drives me insane So far gone I'm not the same You give me one more reason One more reason to die Yo'be blood with no regrets English words, they won't forget Crimes of passion, cigarettes Move by night he won't suspect That you give me one more reason One more reason to die And I ask myself the same question Every night What makes me restless What makes me fight Car ahead eliminate Smoking gun That sealed their fate Flesh and blood to instigate 85 dollars Ain't she great You give me one more reason One more reason to die - |
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from L.A. Guns - L.A. Guns (1988)
World is turning still, it always will
I could get my fill, but something went wrong I needed a reason, but where did it go A change in the season when you came along I took a ride with her one way ticket to love And then she took me, it wasn't the same Living is easy, life is a game Both of us leading a life of despair Searching for heaven, it wasn't there So I took a ride with her one way ticket to love Spinning my wheels around, I couldn't get enough No destination, she's the girl I've been dreaming of I took a ride with her one way ticket to love I took a ride with her one way ticket to love Now I'm breaking stones, slamming doors Breakin' me, breakin' me, breakin' me One way ticket to love One way ticket to love One way ticket, One way ticket to love (Oh, whoa, oh, oh) Spinning my wheels One way ticket, one way ticket to love (round and round and round I go) Spinning my wheels One way ticket, one way ticket to love (round and round and round I go) Ticket to love |
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from L.A. Guns - L.A. Guns (1988)
Talk about love
Talk about love I've been around this great big world yeah Had my share of shady deals and girls hey Now I've been thinking of the coming attraction The wink of an eye and the gleam of satisfaction Talk about love Talk about love Here she comes never get enough of that sex action Baby knows wherever she goes She got sex action Howze baby I got the potion You're a cool operator got the machine in motion Now we're all alone doing all the talking She's got me on my back Let her fingers do the walking Talk about love Talk about love Here she comes I never get enough of her sex action Baby knows wherever she goes She got sex action Talk about love Talk about love Here she comes I never get enough of that sex action S E X who's next yeah sex action And it always feels so good Girl she got style Boy she got sleaze Ah she's knocking them dead She's got me down on my knees Now listen I'm a sex gun lover in the heat of the night Don't run for cover I got you in my sights Talk about love Talk about love Here she comes I never get enough of that sex action Baby knows wherever she goes there'll be sex action S E X I know who's next for sex action Baby knows wherever she goes she's gonna get it she's gonna get it I'm gonna give to her yeah she's gonna get it sex sex |
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from L.A. Guns - L.A. Guns (1988)
Fight! Fight! Fight!
Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Whoa Bright lights are shining Moves in the dark The city streets are empty now Except for dogs that bark Footsteps like thunder Underneath the stars Alley ways come alive at night, yeah Trouble isn't far Born to run, born to fight We shoot for thrills, yeah, into the night We shoot for thrills into the night Into the night, into the night We shoot for thrills into the night Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Sleeping in the gutters I'm dirty as a rat Hiding out in doorways For the next attack Cop chase in the moonlight Church bells, they chime Cold blood is running It happens all the time Born to run, born to fight We shoot for thrills, yeah, into the night We shoot for thrills into the night Into the night, into the night We shoot for thrills into the night Born to run, born to fight We shoot for thrills, yean, into the night We shoot for thrills into the night Into the night, into the night We shoot for thrills into the night Baby, is there anyone? Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Oh! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! |
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