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Guns N' Roses
Guns N' Roses


Background information
Origin Los Angeles, California, USA
Genre(s) Hard Rock
Heavy Metal
Years active 1985—present
Label(s) Geffen Records
UZI Suicide
Associated acts Velvet Revolver
Hollywood Rose
Neurotic Outsiders
Praxis
Road Crew
Slash's Snakepit
Website Website
Members
Axl Rose
Ron "Bumblefoot" Thal
DJ Ashba
Richard Fortus
Tommy Stinson
Dizzy Reed
Chris Pitman
Frank Ferrer



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Guns N' Roses Album


G N' R Lies (11/29/1988)
11/29/1988
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I'm reckless and feelin' no pain
You know I've got no need to control 
Livin' with the danger 
I'm always on the edge now 
With million dollar visions that I hold 
Livin' like this never ever 
Tore my life apart 
I know how to maintain 
And you know I know my part 

On a holiday, a permanent vacation 
I'm living on a cigarette with wine 
I'm never alone 'cause I've got myself 
Yes, I imitate myself all of the time 

Livin' like this never ever 
Tore my life apart 
I know how to maintain 
'Cause it's comin' from my heart 

I lead a reckless life 
And I don't need your advice 
I lead a reckless life 
And you know it's my only vice 

Reckless life 
I lead a reckless life 
I lead a reckless life 
And you know it's my only... 

Reckless life 
I lead a reckless life 
I lead a reckless life 
And you know it's my only... 
Hey, hey - yeah!

. . .



She hit town like a rose in bloom
Smellin' sweet, said sweet perfume 
The color faded and the petals died 
Down in the city, no one cried 
In the streets, the garbage lies 
Protected by a million flies 
The roaches so big 
You know that they got bones 
They moved in and made a tenement home 

I said nice boys 
Don't play rock and roll 
Nice boys don't play rock and roll 
I'm not a nice boy! 

Sweet sixteen she was fresh and clean 
Wanted so bad to be part of the scene 
She met the man and she did the smack 
Paid the price layin' flat on her back 
Wanted so bad just to please the boys 
They ended up just being a toy 
Played so hard burned her life away 
Lies were told no promises made 

You know nice boys 
Don't play rock and roll 
Nice boys don't play rock and roll 
I'm not a nice boy and I never was! 

Young and fresh when she hit town 
Hot for kicks just to get around 
But now she lays in a filthy room 
She kills the pain with 
A flick and a spoon 
And in the streets the garbage lies 
Protected by a million flies 
You know the roaches so big 
You know that they got bones 
Moved in and made a tenement home 

Nice boys don't play rock and roll 
Nice boys don't play rock and roll 
Nice boys don't play rock and roll 
Nice boys don't play rock and roll 
Nice boys don't play rock and roll 
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no baby 
Nice boys don't play rock and roll 
Nice boys don't play rock and roll 
I bet you mama said 
'Nice boys don't play rock and roll' 
Nice boys don't play rock and roll 
Nice boys don't play rock and roll 
Nice boys don't play rock and roll 
Nice boys don't play rock and roll 
Nice boys!

. . .



You pack your bags
And you move to the city 
There's somethin' missin' here at home 
You fix your hair 
And you're lookin' real pretty 
It's time to get it out on your own 
You're always fightin' 
With your mama and you papa 
Your family life is one big pain! 
When you, you gonna move to the city? 
Into the city where it all began 

You gotta move 
You gotta move 
Ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma 
Time you gotta move 

You stole your mama's car 
And your daddy's plastic credit card 
You're sixteen and you can't get a job 
You're not goin' very far 
You're always ridin' 
With the teachers and the police 
This life is much too insane! 
When you, you gonna move to the city? 
Into the city where it all began 

You gotta move 
You gotta move 
Ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma 
Time you gotta move 
Right to the city 
Where the real men get it 
Aw, child, ain't it a pity? 
Sometimes it gets too shitty! 
Come on and hit me! 

You're on the streets 
And it ain't so pretty 
You need to get a new what you please 
You do what you gotta do for the money 
At times you end up on your knees! 

I'm always buyin' 
With the local and the junkies 
This city life is one big pain! 
But you, you had to move to the city 
Into the city where it all began 

You gotta move 
You gotta move 
Ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma 
Time you gotta move 
Oh right to the city 
With the real nitty gritty 
Aw, child, ain't it a pity? 
Sometimes it gets too shitty! 
Come on and hit me!

. . .



It ain't easy livin' like a gypsy
Tell ya, honey, how it feels 
I've been dreamin' floatin' down stream 
And losin' touch with all that's real 
Whole lotta lover, keepin' undercover 
Never knowin' where you been-Oo yeah 
You've been fadin', always out paradin' 
Keep in touch with mama kin! 

You always got your tail on the wag 
Spittin' fire from your mouth 
Just like a dragon 
You act like a perpetual drag 
You better check it out 
'Cause someday soon 
You'll have to climb back on the wagon 

It ain't easy livin' like you wanna 
It's so hard to find piece of mind 
Yes it is 
The way I see it 
You got to say 'shee-it' 
But don't forget to drop me a line 

Bald as an egg at eighteen 
And workin' for daddy's such a drag 
You still stuff your mouth 
With his beans 
You better check it out or someday soon 
You'll have to climb back on the wagon 

Keep in touch with mama kin 
Tell her where you gone and been 
Livin' out your fantasy 
Sleepin' late and smokin' tea 
Keep in touch with mama kin 
Tell her where you gone and been 
Livin' out your fantasy 
Sleepin' late and suckin' me, oh no 

It ain't easy livin' like you wanna 
It's so hard to find piece of mind 
Yes it is 
The way I see it 
You got to say 'shee-it' 
But don't forget to drop me a line 

Bald as an egg at eighteen 
And workin' for daddy's just a drag 
You still stuff your mouth 
With his beans 
You better check it out or someday soon 
You'll have to climb back on the wagon 

Keep in touch with mama kin 
Tell her where you gone and been 
Livin' out your fantasy 
Sleepin' late and smokin' tea 
Keep in touch with mama kin 
Tell her where you gone and been 
Livin' out your fantasy 
Sleepin' late and suckin' me 
Ohh, ow, ow, ow, yeah! ow

. . .



1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4
(whistle) 
Shed a tear 'cause I'm missin' you 
I'm still alright to smile 
Girl, I think about you every day now 
Was a time when I wasn't sure 
But you set my mind at ease 
There is no doubt 
You're in my heart now 

Said, woman, take it slow 
It'll work itself out fine 
All we need is just a little patience 
Said, sugar, make it slow 
And we come together fine 
All we need is just a little patience 
(patience) 
Mm, yeah 

I sit here on the stairs 
'Cause I'd rather be alone 
If I can't have you right now 
I'll wait, dear 
Sometimes I get so tense 
But I can't speed up the time 
But you know, love 
There's one more thing to consider 

Said, woman, take it slow 
And things will be just fine 
You and I'll just use a little patience 
Said, sugar, take the time 
'Cause the lights are shining bright 
You and I've got what it takes 
To make it 
We won't fake it, 
I'll never break it 
'Cause I can't take it 

(whistle) 
...little patience, mm yeah, mm yeah 
Need a little patience, yeah 
Just a little patience, yeah 
Some more patience, yeah 
Need some patience, yeah 
Could use some patience, yeah 
Gotta have some patience, yeah 
All it takes is patience 
Just a little patience 
Is all you need 

I BEEN WALKIN' THE STREETS AT NIGHT 
JUST TRYIN' TO GET IT RIGHT 
HARD TO SEE WITH SO MANY AROUND 
YOU KNOW I DON'T LIKE 
BEING STUCK IN THE CROWD 
AND THE STREETS DON'T CHANGE 
BUT BABY THE NAME 
I AIN'T GOT TIME FOR THE GAME 
'CAUSE I NEED YOU 
YEAH, YEAH, BUT I NEED YOU 
OO, I NEED YOU 
WHOA, I NEED YOU 
OO, ALL THIS TIME 
(ah)

. . .



I used to love her
But I had to kill her 
I used to love her, mm, yeah 
But I had to kill her 
I had to put her six feet under 
And I can still hear her complain 

I used to love her, mm, yeah 
But I had to kill her 
I used to love her, oo, yeah 
But I had to kill her 
I knew I'd miss her 
So I had to keep her 
She's buried right in my backyard 
Oh yeah 
Oo yeah 
Whoa, oh yeah 

I used to love her 
But I had to kill her 
I used to love her, mm, yeah 
But I had to kill her 
She bitched so much 
She drove me nuts 
And now I'm happier this way, yeah 
Whoa, oh yeah 

I used to love her 
But I had to kill her 
I used to love her, mm, yeah 
But I had to kill her 
I had to put her, oo, six feet under 
And I can still hear her complain

. . .



I been lookin' for a trace
Lookin' for a heart 
Lookin' for a lover in a world that's much too dark 
You don't want my love 
You want satisfaction, oh yeah 
You don't need my love 
You gotta find yourself another 
Piece of the action, yeah 

Said where you goin' 
What you gonna do 
I been lookin' everywhere 
I been lookin' for you 

You don't want my love 
You want satisfaction 
I got your satisfaction 
You don't need my love 
You gotta find yourself another 
Piece of the action 
'Cause you're crazy 
You're fuckin' crazy 
Ya know you're crazy 
I said you're crazy 

Say boy where ya comin' from 
Where'd ya get that point of view 
When I was younger 
Said I knew someone like you 
And they said 
You don't want my love 
You want satisfaction, yeah 
You don't need my love 
You gotta find yourself another 
Piece of the action 
'Cause you're crazy 
You're fuckin' crazy 
Ya know you're crazy 
I said you're crazy 
Ooh you're crazy 
You know you're crazy 
Well you're crazy 
You know you're crazy, ooh 

You know you are 
Bring it down 
You're fuckin' crazy

. . .



1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4
(Whistle) 
Guess I needed sometime to get away 
I needed some piece of mind 
Some piece of mind that'll stay 
So I thumbed it down to Sixth and L.A. 
Maybe a Greyhound could be my way 

Police and Niggers, that's right 
Get out of my way 
Don't need to buy none of your 
Gold chains today 
I don't need no bracelets 
Clamped in front of my back 
Just need my ticket; 'til then 
Won't you cut me some slack? 

You're one in a million 
Yeah, that's what you are 
You're one in a million, babe 
You're a shooting star 
Maybe someday we'll see you 
Before you make us cry 
You know we tried to reach you 
But you were much too high 
Much too high, much too high 
Much too high, yes, ow! 

Immigrants and fagets 
They make no sense to me 
They come to our country 
And think they'll do as they please 
Like start some mini Iran 
Or spread some fuckin' disease 
They talk so many goddamn ways 
It's all Greek to me 

Well some say I'm lazy 
And others say that's just me 
Some say I'm crazy 
I guess I'll always be 
But it's been such a long time 
Since I knew right from wrong 
It's all the means to an end, I 
I keep it movin' along 

You're one in a million 
Oo, you're a shooting star 
You're one in a million, babe 
You know that you are 
Maybe someday we'll see you, oo 
Oh, Before you make us cry 
You know we tried to reach you 
But you were much too high 
Much too high, Oo, much too high 
Yeah, 
Much too high, huh, no, no, oh 
Ow! 

Radicals and Racists 
Don't point your finger at me 
I'm a small town white boy 
Just tryin' to make ends meet 
Don't need your religion 
Don't watch that much T.V. 
Just makin' my livin', baby 
Well that's enough for me 

You're one in a million 
Yeah that's what you are 
You're one in a million, babe 
You're a shooting star 
Maybe someday we'll see you 
Before you make us cry 
You know we tried to reach you 
But you were much too high 
Much too high, ow, much too high 
Much too high, much too high 
Yeah, yeee, yeah, yeee, igh! 
Ow! Much too high 
(Oh, much too high, ah, 
much too high, ah, much too high 
much too high, ow, much too high)

. . .


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