Since I Don't Have You lyrics - Guns N' Roses
I don't have plans and schemes
And I don't have hopes and dreams
I, I, 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, I, I don't have anything
Since I don't have you (I don't have)
Happiness and I guess
I never will again
When you walked out on me
In walked old misery
And she's been here since then
Yep, we're fucked!
I don't have love to share
And I don't have one who cares
I, I, I don't have anything
Since I don't have you
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!
You, you, you, oh, oh!
You, you, you, oh, oh!
You, you, you, oh, oh!
You, you, you, oh, oh!
You, you, you, oh yeah!
New Rose lyrics - Guns N' Roses
(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, don't know why
These kinds of things got to 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 don't deserve somebody this sane
I better get her, maybe-be too late
Hey!
Awww, I got a feeling inside of me
It's kinda strange like a stormy sea
I don't know why, don't know why
I guess, these things, got to 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
Down On The Farm lyrics - Guns N' Roses
One, two
One, two
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 cancer
Down here on the farm
Drinkin' Lemonade Shandy
Ain't nobody here to do me harm
But I'm like a fish out of water
Down here on the farm
I wrote 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?
Baaa, hold still
Human Being lyrics - Guns N' Roses
Ready
Whole different beast
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four
Oh-oh yeah, oh yeah
Well if you don't like it
Go ahead find yourself a saint
Go ahead now try to find a boy
Who's gonna be what I ain't
What you need is
A plastic doll with a fresh coat of paint
Who's gonna sit through the madnesses
And always act so quaint
Well, maybe, yeah
Oh yeah, well, a
It's your new friend
You're really making a scene
And I've seen you
Bouncing around from machine to machine
But you know that they're never real
Never really what they seem
And you can count on
Generate some warmth
Then you'll see just what I mean
Oh, baby, baby, baby, yeah
And if I'm acting like a king
Don't you know it's 'cause I'm a human being
And if I want too many things
Don't you know it's 'cause I'm a human being
And if I've got to dream
Don't you know it's 'cause I'm a human being
And when it gets a bit obscene
Don't you know it's 'cause I'm a human being
I don't got to walk 'round with my head on down
Just like a human, oh no, a human being
I can hold my head so high
Just like a human, a real proud human being
Won't you give me a little sip?
Why don't you give me a drag of that cigarette?
Why don't you try to give me something that I'll never ever forget?
But now, could you blow it all on a million-dollar bet
Because you're liable to lose it
On the best loving, you've never had yet
Oh, baby, baby, oh yeah
And if I'm acting like a king
Don't you know it's 'cause I'm a human being
And if I want too many things
Don't you know it's 'cause I'm a human being
And if I've got to dream
Don't you know it's 'cause I'm a human being
And when it gets a bit obscene
Don't you know it's 'cause I'm a human being
I don't got to walk 'round with my head on down
Just like a human, oh no, a human being
I can hold my head so high
Just like a human, a real proud human being
It's like I'm talking about the human race
You're trying to cover up a big disgrace
Oh, baby, yeah, yeah, yeah
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Well I may think that this whole scene is just a too appalling for me
Well, I may be the type who's just mad about every little thing that I see, but I can
Color that with history, and make it just what I want it to be, well I'm
Blowing my change on the fan magazines with all the Hollywood refugees
Oh, baby, baby, oh yeah
And if I'm acting like a king
Don't you know it's 'cause I'm a human being
And if I want too many things
Don't you know it's 'cause I'm a human being
And if I've got to dream
Don't you know it's 'cause I'm a human being
And when it gets a bit obscene
Don't you know it's 'cause I'm a human being
I don't got to walk 'round with my head on down
Just like a human, whoa no, a human being
I can hold my head so high
Just like a human, a real, real human being
I'm a human being
I'm a human being
I'm a human being
Ha hahaha haha ha
I'm a human being
Oh yeah
I'm a human being yeah
I'm a human being
Ooooooooo yeah
I'm a human being
Oh yeah
I'm a, I'm a, I'm a, I'm a, I'm a human being
I'm a human being
Oooooooooo yeah!
Raw Power lyrics - Guns N' Roses
Yo, check it out
Huh
Dance to the beat of the living dead
Lose sleep, baby, stay away from bed
Raw power is sure to come running to you
If you're alone and you got the fear
So am I, baby, let's move out of here
Raw power is sure to come running to you
Raw power 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
Popping eyes and a flashing feet
Don't you try, don't you try to tell me what to do
Don't you try, don't you try to tell me what to do
And you know that ain't right
I look in the eyes of the southern girl
Fall deep in love in the underworld
Raw power is sure to come a-running to you
If you're alone and you got the shakes
So am I, baby, I got what it takes
Raw power is sure to come running to you
Raw power's got 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
Everybody always tryna tell me what to do
Don't you try, don't you try to tell me what to do
Everybody always tryna tell me what to do
Don't you try, don't you try to tell me what to do
Raw power it's got no place to go
Raw power, honey, it don't want to know
Raw power is a guaranteed O.D
Raw power is a laughing at you and me
I want to 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?
Ain't It Fun lyrics - Guns N' Roses
Ain't it fun when you're always on the run?
Ain't it fun when your friends despise what you've become?
Ain't it fun when you get so high, well, that you, you just can't cum?
Ain't it fun when you know that you're gonna die young?
It's such fun
Good fun, such fun, such fun, ah
Yeah fun, such fun, such fun, ah
Yeah, fun, such fun, such
Ow
Ain't it fun when you're 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 tongue?
'Cause you stuck it too deep into something that really stung
It's such fun
Well, somebody come up to me, and 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, fun
Such fun, such fun, such fun, yeah
Such fun, such fun, such
Ain't it fun when you tell her she's just a cunt?
Ain't it fun when she splits 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
Such fun, such fun, such fun, fun, fun
Such fun, such fun, such fun, ah
Such fun, such fun, such fun, ah
Such fun, such fun, such fun
Such fun, ah
Buick Makane lyrics - Guns N' Roses
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?
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
Hair Of The Dog lyrics - Guns N' Roses
Give me a little bit of volume on this
You're a heart-breaking soul shaker
I've been told about you
Steamroller, midnight shoulder
A-what they've been saying must be true
Red hot mama, velvet charmer
I say time's going to pay your dues
Now, you're messing with a, a son of a bitch
Now, you're messing with a son of a bitch
Now, you're messing with a, a son of a bitch
Now, you're messing with a son of a bitch
Talking jive and poison ivy
You aren't going to cling to me
Man taker, born faker
I ain't so blind I can't see
Red hot mama, velvet charmer
I say time's going to pay your dues
Now, you're messing with a, a son of a bitch
Now, you're messing with a son of a bitch
Now, you're messing with a, a son of a bitch
Now, you're messing with a son of a bitch
Now, you're messing with a, a son of a bitch
Now, you're messing with a son of a bitch
Now, you're messing with a, a son of a bitch
Now, you're messing with a son of a bitch
Now, you're messing with a, a son of a bitch
Now, you're messing with a son of a bitch
Now, you're messing with a, a son of a bitch
Now, you're messing with a son of a bitch
Now, you're messing with a, a son of a bitch
Now, you're messing with a son of a bitch
Now, you're messing with a, a son of a bitch
Now, you're messing with a son of a bitch
Now, you're messing with a, a son of a bitch
Now, you're messing with a son of a bitch
Now, you're messing with a, a son of a bitch
Now, you're messing with a son of a bitch
Now, you're messing with a, a son of a bitch
Now, you're messing with a son of a bitch
Now, you're messing with a, a son of a bitch
Now, you're messing with a son of a bitch
Hahaha
Attitude lyrics - Guns N' Roses
1, 2, 3, 4!
Yeah!
Attitude, some fucking attitude
I can't believe what you say to me
You got some attitude
Inside that fetal brain
There's got to be a whore
If you don't shut your mouth
You're gonna feel the floor, yeah!
Attitude, what you got's a fucking attitude
Attitude is what you got's a fucking attitude
Yeah, right
Inside that fetal brain
There's got to be a whore
If you don't shut your mouth
You're gonna
Feel the
Mother fucking
Guitar!
Oh, attitude
'S some fucking attitude
I can't believe what you say to me
You got some attitude, oh
Attitude, 's some fucking attitude
I can't believe what you say to me
You got some attitude (some fucking attitude)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Black Leather lyrics - Guns N' Roses
Well, she's all geared up, walking down the street
And I can feel the slime, dripping down her sleeve
Well, you can't refuse an' you just can't choose
What she's gonna do
Well, you can't refuse an' you just can't choose
What she's gonna do
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 an' you just can't choose
What she's gonna do
Well, you can't refuse an' you just can't choose
What she's gonna do
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've asked for
Black leather
Black leather
Ooh, black leather
Ow, black leather
And you can try to hide, but you won't get far
You can let her in, and you'll start again
Well, you can't refuse an' you just can't choose
What she's gonna do
Well, you can't refuse an' you just can't choose
What she's gonna do
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've asked for
Black leather
Oooh, black leather
Ow, black leather
Ow, black leather
Ooh, ooh
Black leather
Black leather
Black leather
Black leather
Black leather
Black leather
Black leather
Black leather
Mmmm
You Can't Put You Arms Around A Memory lyrics - Guns N' Roses
This one's for you, Johnny
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, as I am
Beat my head against a pole
Try to knock some sense
Down inside my bones
And even though it don't show
Those scars aren't 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 bastard kid
And you got no name
Could you live with me?
Go on and say
And even though it don't show
Those scars aren't 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
Johnny, you're me, yeah, your memory
I want to put my arms around your memory
I can't try
I can't try
Don't try
Come on
LAMF
Like a mother fucker
Yo, Johnny, what color were her eyes?
Oh, she was wearing shades?
Fuck yeah
I Don't Care About You lyrics - Guns N' Roses
I'm from South Philadelphia
I'm from Avenue C
I've seen empty hands that was waiting to freeze
I'm from the Bowery, too!
I don't care 'bout you, fuck you
I don't care 'bout you, fuck you
I've seen Hollywood Boulevard, welfare hotel
And I spent the night in jail at the Wilcox Hotel
I don't care 'bout you, fuck you
I don't care 'bout you
I've seen an old man have a heart attack in Manhattan
Well, he died while we just stood there looking at him
Ain't he cute?
I don't care 'bout you, fuck you
I don't care 'bout you
I seen men rolling drunks, I seen bodies in the streets
I saw a man who was sleeping in his own puke
And a man with no legs crawling down
Fifth Street trying just to get something to eat
I don't care 'bout you, fuck you
I don't care 'bout you, fuck you
I don't care 'bout you, fuck you
I don't care 'bout you, fuck you
Uh, that hurt, man
Alright
Perfect
Look At Your Game, Girl lyrics - Guns N' Roses
Whenever?
1, 2, 3, 4
There's a time for living
Time keeps on flying
Think you're loving, baby
And all your doin' is crying
Can you feel
Are those feelings real?
Look at your game, girl
Look at your game, girl
What a mad delusion
Living in that confusion
Frustration and doubt
Can you ever live without the game?
The sad, sad game
Mad game
Just to say love's not enough
If it can't be true
Oh, you can tell those lies, baby
But you're only fooling you
Can you feel
Are those feelings real?
Look at your game, girl
Go on, look at your game, girl
If'n you can't feel
And those feelings ain't real
Then you better stop trying
Or you're gonna play crying
Stop trying
Or you're gonna play crying
Stop trying
That's the game
Sad, sad game
Mad game
Sad game
Thanks, Charles
Jack
Civil War lyrics - Guns N' Roses
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
And 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
An' the wars go on with brainwashed pride
For the love of God and our human rights
An' all these things are swept aside
By bloody hands, time can't deny
An' are washed away by your genocide
An' 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?
An' 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 in D.C. to remind us all
That you can't trust freedom when it's not in your hands
When everybody's fightin' for their promised land
And I don't need your civil war
It feeds the rich, while it buries the poor
Your power hungry, sellin' soldiers in a human grocery store
Ain't that fresh? I don't need your civil war
Ooh, no, no, no, no, no, no
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
An' 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
An' 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, sellin' soldiers in a human grocery store
Ain't that fresh? I don't need your civil war
No no no no no no no no no no no no
I don't need your civil war
I don't need your civil war
Your power hungry, sellin' soldiers in a human grocery store
Ain't that fresh? I don't need your civil war
No no no no no no no no no no, no, no
I don't need one more war
Ooh, I don't need one more war
No no no, no whoa, no whoa
What's so civil 'bout war anyway?
14 Years lyrics - Guns N' Roses
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, to 14 years
So hard to keep my own head, that's what I say and 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, 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 four years of madness sure put me straight
You 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
Yesterdays lyrics - Guns N' Roses
Yesterday, there was so many things I was never told
Now that I'm starting to learn, I feel I'm growing old
'Cause yesterday's got nothing 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 nothing for me
Old pictures that I'll always see
Some things could be better if we'd all just let them be
Ooh, yesterday's got nothing for me
Yesterday's got nothing for me
Got nothing for me, ooh, yeah
Yesterday, there were 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 nothing for me
Old pictures that I'll always see
I ain't got time to reminisce old novelties
Ooh, yesterday's got nothing for me
Yesterday's, ooh, got nothing for me
Yesterday's got nothing for me
Yesterday
Yesterday
Knockin' On Heaven's Door lyrics - Guns N' Roses
(originally by Bob Dylan)
Ooh, ooh
Hey
Mama, take this badge from me
I can't use it anymore
It's gettin' dark, too dark to see
Feels like I'm knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door, hey, hey, hey hey yeah
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door, ooh
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door, ooh-oh yeah
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door, ayy hey yeah
Ooh-oh yeah, oh yeah, aw
Mama, put my guns in the ground (Ooh)
I can't shoot them anymore (Ooh)
That cold black cloud is comin' down (Ooh)
Feels like I'm knockin' on heaven's door (Ooh)
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door, hey, hey, hey hey yeah
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door, ooh yeah
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door, ayy hey yeah
Ooh
You just better start sniffing your own rank subjugation, Jack
Because it's just you against your tattered libido
The bank and the mortician, forever, man
And it wouldn't be luck if you could get out of life alive
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door, hey, hey, hey hey yeah
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door, ooh yeah
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door, ooh, no, no, no, whoa
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door, no, no, no, whoa, no
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door, whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door, ooh yeah
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, yeah, oh
Get In The Ring lyrics - Guns N' Roses
Yeah, c'mon
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? (Yeah)
And when you stare, you don't think I feel it
But I'm gonna deal it back to you in spades
When I'm having fun, you know I can't conceal it
'Cause I know you'd never cut it in my game, oh, no
And when you're talking about a vasectomy, yeah
I'll be writing down your obituary, history, ouh
You got your bitches with the silicone injections
Crystal meth and yeast infections
Bleached blond hair, collagen lip injections
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 printing 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 'cause your dad gets more pussy than you?
Fuck you, suck my fucking dick
You be ripping off the fucking kids while they be paying their hard-earned money to read about the bands they want to know about?
Printing lies, starting controversy, you want to 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'm gonna kick your ass
Oh yeah
Oh yeah, ouh
Ahahahaha
Ahahahaha
Ahahahaha
You may not like our integrity, yeah
We built a world out of anarchy, oh yeah
And in this corner, weighing
In at 850 pounds, Guns N' Roses!
Get in the ring, get in the ring, get in the ring, get in the ring
Get in the ring, get in the ring, get in the ring, get in the ring (get the fuck in!)
Get in the ring, get in the ring, get in the ring, get in the ring
Get in the ring, get in the ring, get in the ring, get in the ring
Yeah
This song is dedicated to all the Guns N' Fuckin' Roses fans
Who've stuck with us through all the fucking shit
And to all those opposed – hmm, well
Get in the ring, get in the ring
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