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from Hit Breakers Vol. 1 (0000)
Ricky was a young boy, He had a heart of stone.
Lived 9 to 5 and worked his fingers to the bone. Just barely got out of school, came from the edge of town. Fought like a switchblade so no one could take him down. He had no money, oooh no good at home. He walked the streets a soldier and he fought the world alone And now it's 18 and life You got it 18 and life you know Your crime is time and it's 18 and life to go (repeat above) Tequila in his heartbeat, His veins burned gasoline. It kept his motor running but it never kept him clean. They say he loved adventure, "Ricky's the wild one." He married trouble and had a courtship with a gun. Bang Bang Shoot 'em up, The party never ends. You can't think of dying when the bottle's your best friend And now it's chorus "Accidents will happen" they all heard Ricky say He fired his six-shot to the wind that blew a child away. chorus 18세의 삶 릭키는 젊은 청년이죠 그는 돌같은 심장을 가졌어요 그는 아침 9시부터 오후5시까지 뼈빠지게 일했어요 학교를 가까스로 졸업한 변두리 출신 싸움도 끝내줘요 그래서 아무도 싸움을 못말리죠 그는 돈도,집도 없어요 길을 걷다가 군인과 싸우기도 하지요 홀로 외로이 그리고 이젠.. ** 18세의 삶,그것이 네가 가진 모든 것 18세의 삶,넌 알고 있지 너의 죄는 시간과 18세의 삶 그리고 삶은 그렇게 가는 것이라는 걸 데킬라를 마신 몸은 달아오르고 그의 동맥은 가솔린으로 타 버렸죠 그는 그의 오토바이를 타고 달리죠 그러나 오토바이는 그를 결코 순하게 만들지 않아요 그들은 말하죠 그 애는 모험을 좋아한다고 "리키는 사나운 놈이지요" 그는 골치거리와 결혼을 하고 총에게 구혼을 했죠 빵,빵하고 공중에 총을 쏘기도하고 그 파티는 결코 끝이 나질 않아요 당신은 죽음이라는 것을 생각하지 못할거예요 술병이 당신의 가장 친한 친구일 때 그리고 이제... "사고가 날거예요" 그들은 리키가 하는 말을 들었죠 그는 허공에 대고 여섯발을 쏘았는데 친구를 쏘아 버린 거지요 |
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from Skid Row - Slave To The Grind (1991)
Suzi got an Uzi what a beautiful bride
That's where the trouble began Will there be any objection or a bloody resurrection? It's only up to Suzanne A load of ammunition in her hand CHORUS She had 'em laughin' in the aisles Venus Dee in the critical file She wasn't there to pray The killing joke had 'em laughin' all the way All the way, all the way to beggar's day She vowed to take 'em any way she can All the way, all the way to beggar's day Her jealous claim to fame has come Now, all you beggars pay Adam's in the chapel and he's swallowing his apple Wearing out his ball and chain But things were gettin' shady when the honorable maidy Broke out the forty caliber rain No no no no no no no no CHORUS |
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from Skid Row - Slave To The Grind (1991)
Zoned out afternoon
Let's catch "who's on top of who" Tell it like it is 'cause it isn't anyway Much to my surprise I caught it right between the thighs My sweet little sister was layin' me away My jaw dropped dead to the table She put my cool in shock Crack kills and blood spills baby But psychos, dykes and transvestites Are on the choppin' block CHORUS Oh no, I saw my baby on the creepshow Out on, spillin' my guts on the news Oh no, I caught my woman on the creepshow Hit me with a shovel 'cause I can't believe that I dug you She filled my boots with lead was it something that I said A picture paints a thousand ugly words Baby's acting tough check out my fisticuffs That's just what she deserves I can't flip from the station Can't unplug what's done Her six-foot-deep temptation She nicked my shin, and then kicked me in, And then she buried me for fun CHORUS My jaw dropped dead to the table She put my cool in shock Crack kills and blood spills baby But psychos, dykes and transvestites Are on the choppin' block |
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from Skid Row - Slave To The Grind (1991)
Your jokes ain't funny and there's nothin' you say that I wanna hear
The sound of the door slammin' your ass out is music to my ears If I can't beat you then I m gonna beat you to a pulp So can the TV rays and take my tonsil glaze right down your throat You're standin' to close what the fuck's with you You ain't my old lady and you ain't a tattoo No need to whimper no need to shout This party s over so get the fuck out Get the fuck out Well I puke I stink bitch get me a drink 'cause I m payin' for the room I ain't buying you breakfast so keep your mouth busy and wrap your lips all around my attitiude Take a walk with me with your triple double Ds and your 40 foot do Why you walkin' funny you must have spent some time with the boys in the crew You're standin' to close what the fuck's with you You ain't my old lady and you ain't a tattoo No need to whimper no need to shout This party s over so get the fuck out Get the fuck out The morning's comin' in and this is my bed If I find you here when I wake up The maid is gonna find me dead. You're standin' to close what the fuck's with you You ain't my old lady and you ain't a tattoo No need to whimper no need to shout This party s over so get the fuck out Get the fuck out Get the fuck out Get the fuck out |
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from Skid Row - Slave To The Grind (1991)
In a darkened room beyond the reach of God's faith
Lies the wounded, the shattered remains of love betrayed And the innocence of a child is bought and sold in the name of the damned The rage of the angels left silent and cold Forgive me please for I know not what I do How can I keep inside the hurt I know is true CHORUS Tell me when the kiss of love becomes a lie That bears the scar of sin too deep to hide behind this fear of running unto you Please let there be light in a darkened room All the precious times have been put to rest again And the smile of the dawn brings tainted lust singing my requiem Can I face the day when I'm tortured in my trust And watch it crystallize while my salvation it crumbles to dust Why can't I steer the ship before it hits the storm I've fallen to the sea but still I swim for shore CHORUS |
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from Skid Row - Slave To The Grind (1991)
Turn on the TV, 'cause I got nowhere to go
Seems that there's a little trouble down in Mexico A 13-year-old boy robs a store so he can eat And they got him doing time while killers walk the streets A hungry politician is the wolf that's at the door Hell-bent on submission and feedin' on the poor We could stare into the sun if we would open up our eyes But we paint ourselves into a corner colored in white lies Busted on the rockpile, getting dusted in the heat Shackled to the system, and draggin' my feet CHORUS I'm riding on a breakdown Another whiteknuckled shakedown Feels like I'm livin' on a chain gang I'm riding on a breakdown A suicidal shakedown Feels like I'm on a chain gang A con man's intuition can wash your sins away Send your contribution and he'll save your soul today What can he know, has he been through hell and back He takes the cash and drives it home in a brand new Cadillac Spitting at the guard dog, burning in his wicked deal Screamin' down the railroad with no one at the wheel CHORUS Faith healin' superstition Cold-blooded criminal mind Getting off on high position Hey brother can you spare a dime To get me off this slaughter line CHORUS |
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from Skid Row - Slave To The Grind (1991)
(Rachel Bolan/Snake)
Outside my window there's a Whole lot of trouble comin' The cartoon killers and the Rag cover clones Stack heals kickin' rhythm Of social circumcision Can't close the closet on a Shoe box full of bones Kangaroo lady with her bourbon in a pouch Can't afford the rental on a bamboo couch Collecting back her favors 'cause her well is running dry I know her act is terminal, But she ain't gonna die Slim Intoxicado drinkin' dime store hooch Is always in a circle with his part-time pooch Little creepy's playing dollies on the New York rain Thinkin' Bowie's just a knife Ooh the pain I ain't seen the sun since I don't know when The freaks come out at nine And it's twenty to ten What's this funk That you ucall junk To me it's just monkey business Blind man in the box that will probably die The village kids laugh as they waalk by A psycho is on the edge of this human garbage dump And the vultures in the sewers are telling Him to jump Into the fire from the frying pan Tripping on his tongue For a cool place to stand Where's this shaade That you've got it made To me it's just monkey business CHORUS Monkey business Slippin' on the track Monkey business Jungle in black Ain't your business if I got No monkey on my back CHORUS The Vaseline gypsies and the silicone souls Dressed to the society Hypocrite heartbeat and cheap alibis Can't get you by that monkey CHORUS |
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from Skid Row - Slave To The Grind (1991)
We stand accused but you lie
Varicose-veined finger prejudiced evil mind The young get stronger free living fast But you're a sapsucker. You ain't gonna last Your twisted mouths feed the minds of babies Taught from birth it's crime that pays One man's fortune is another man's pain But that's how you play the game CHORUS I ain't the child of your disgrace You're mudkickin' into my face I've healed the wounds, been crucified Mudkicker kick Ha! Here's mud in your eye Ladies and gentlemen and members of the jury All rise, 'cause here comes the boss He's your big brother the silver tongued doublecross His collar starched white, big black briefcase held tight It holds the power to your demise The corporation blue sedan Behind the wheel Mr. Business man He thinks he's got the upper hand But he misunderstands CHORUS Your prestige is clear as day But I can scrape the sewer bilge and see the same The young get stronger, free living fast But your a sapsucker you ain't gonna last CHORUS Mudkicker kick, kickin' me down Mudkicker kickin' me all around Mudkicker kick, kickin' me down Mudkicker kick, Mudkicker kick, kickin' me down Mudkicker kickin' me all around I said, Mudkicker kick, kickin' me down Mudkicker kick, I don't fuck around, no |
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from Skid Row - Slave To The Grind (1991)
Check out Clementine cleanin' needles in her wine
Face down in her one-eyed world with her brain-dead valentine She'll be your zombie, your livin' dead Her sweet corruption; it's gonna make you, gonna break you Ohh yeah, she said... CHORUS Haunt my house of pain and feel my psycho love We'll shine and pray for rain to heal my psycho love Legs at ten and two, chain her down, that's what you do King Tut and snake- eyed slut in the pink but screamin' blue I'll taste you crazy, you smell insane I'm just another ghost inside your spirits hall of fame CHORUS As the warm smooth soul chases through the cold silence of a body A body of touch not feel One question, is she a stone in the devil's garden Or a speck in an angel's dust? Ashes to ashes and lust to lust She'll teach you true love watchin' you turn blue love She'll wrap you in a chokehold and suck your spirit dry |
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from Skid Row - Slave To The Grind (1991)
She caught the melting sky
It burned but still the winter passes by and by to the other side A slow parade of wind that blows through trees that wilted with the season's children Are we saved by the words of bastard saints Do we live in fear or faith Tell me now who's behind the rain A maze of tangled grace The symptoms of 'for real' are crumbling from embrace But still we chase the shadows of belief And new religion clouds our visions of the roots of our souls Are we ashamed of our own fate Or play the fool for our own sake Tell me who's behind the rain What do we need, where do we go When we get where we don't know Why should we doubt the virgin white of fallen snow When faith's our shelter from the cold Quicksand Jesus I'm so far away without you Quicksand Jesus I need you Quicksand Jesus I believe you Quicksand Jesus I'm so far away |
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from Skid Row - Slave To The Grind (1991)
I never wanted to be President
'cause it's nothin' but an ego trip, yeah I didn't want your education 'cause it's nothin' but a pile of shit you bore me to death so shut up for God's sake stop readin' me the riot act while my brains are still intact you say it's rainng, but you're pissin' down my back so stop readin' me the riot act I couldn't listen to a word you said this goin' nowhere thing is wearin' thin when your sex, your drug, and your vaild vic' is just the spit I wipe off my chin I'd rather go nowhere than not know where it's at I never wanted to be President 'cause it's nothin' but an ego trip, yeah I didn't want your education 'cause it's nothin' but a pile of shit you bore me to death so shut up for God's sake chorus again(x2) the riot act |
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from Skid Row - Slave To The Grind (1991)
slave to the grind - skid row
You got me forced to crack my lids in two I'm still stuck inside the rubber room I gotta punch the clock that leads the blind I'm just another gear in the assembly line-oh no the noose gets tighter around my throat But I ain't at hte end of my rope 'cause I won't be the one left behind Can't be king of the world If you're slave to the grind Tear down the rat racial slime Can't be king of the world If you're slave to the grind Get it? A routine injection, a lethal dose But my day in the sun ain't even close There's no need to waste your prayers on me You better mark my word 'cause I'm history Yes indeed You might beg for mercy to get by But I'd rather tear this yhorn from my side I won't be the one left behind You can't be king of the world If you're slave to the grind Tear down thw rat racial slime You can't be king fo the world If you're slave to the grind They swallowed their daggers by turning their trick They tore my intentions apart brick by brick I'm sick of the jive You talk verbal insecticide They swallowed their daggers by turning their trick They tore my intention apart brick by brick I'm sick of the jive You talk verbal insecticide I won't be the one left behind You can't be king of the world If you're slave to the grind Tear down the rat racial slime You can't be king of the world If you're slave to the grind I said slave to the grind Slave to the grind Slave to the grind |
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from Skid Row - Slave To The Grind (1991)
I've been convicted with and without reason
Tarred and feathered like a piper on a killing spree And felt the anger of generations And been a target for the cheap shots of authority So you think you cut me down to size Well there's something you should realize It's gonna take more than a break in the law To make me smile pretty for the wreckin' ball CHORUS Won't beg, won't bleed The end of sacrifice is a threat to society Hard line, you'll see Once you've made a mark, you've made a threat to society I wasn't put here to be treated Like some disease you hoped would go away if left alone You can sweep me under the carpet But I'll still infect your need to use me as a steppin' stone So you think you cut me down to size Well there's something you should realize It's gonna take more than a break in the law To make me smile pretty for the wreckin' ball CHORUS So you think you cut me down to size Well there's something you should realize It's gonna take more than a break in the law To make me smile pretty for the wreckin' ball |
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from Skid Row - Slave To The Grind (1991)
You and I together in our lives,
Sacred ties would never fray Then why can I let myself tell lies And watch you die every day I think back to the times when dreams were what mattered Tough talking youth naivete You said you'd never let me down But the horse stampedes and rages in the name of desperation Is it all just wasted time Can you look at yourself when you think of what you left behind Is it all just wasted time Can you live with yourself when you think of what you left behind Paranoid delusions they haunt you Where's my friend I used to know He's all alone. He's buried deep within a carcass searching for a soul Can you feel me inside your heart as it's bleeding Why can't you believe you can be loved I hear you scream in agony And the horse stampedes and rages in the name of desperation Is it all just wasted time Can you look at yourself when you think of what you left behind Is it all just wasted time Can you live with yourself when you think of what you left behind You said you never let me down But the horse stampedes, it rages in the name of desperation Is it all just wasted time Can you look at yourself when you think of what you left behind Is it all just wasted time Can you live with yourself when you think of what you left behind The sun will rise again The earth will turn to sand Creation's colors seem to fade to grey And you'll see the sickly hands of time will write your final rhyme And end a memory I never thought you'd let it get this far boy |
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from Skid Row - Breakin' Down / Monkey Business / Slave To The Grind [single] (1995)
What was it you once said
That there would be things in life that couldn't be Not for a second did I believe you Not for a minute did I believe that Within your need you lie alone This empty space you call your home Chorus If you just let me in I wouldn't let you break down I'm breaking down As if you thought the rain could wash away the day And could heal you Not for a second did I believe it Not for a minute did I believe that Within your need you lie alone This empty space you call your home Repeat Chorus 2x What was it you once said That there would be things in life that couldn't be Not for a second did I believe you Not for a minute did I believe that Repeat Chorus 2x |
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from Skid Row - Breakin' Down / Monkey Business / Slave To The Grind [single] (1995)
(Rachel Bolan/Snake)
Outside my window there's a Whole lot of trouble comin' The cartoon killers and the Rag cover clones Stack heals kickin' rhythm Of social circumcision Can't close the closet on a Shoe box full of bones Kangaroo lady with her bourbon in a pouch Can't afford the rental on a bamboo couch Collecting back her favors 'cause her well is running dry I know her act is terminal, But she ain't gonna die Slim Intoxicado drinkin' dime store hooch Is always in a circle with his part-time pooch Little creepy's playing dollies on the New York rain Thinkin' Bowie's just a knife Ooh the pain I ain't seen the sun since I don't know when The freaks come out at nine And it's twenty to ten What's this funk That you ucall junk To me it's just monkey business Blind man in the box that will probably die The village kids laugh as they waalk by A psycho is on the edge of this human garbage dump And the vultures in the sewers are telling Him to jump Into the fire from the frying pan Tripping on his tongue For a cool place to stand Where's this shaade That you've got it made To me it's just monkey business CHORUS Monkey business Slippin' on the track Monkey business Jungle in black Ain't your business if I got No monkey on my back CHORUS The Vaseline gypsies and the silicone souls Dressed to the society Hypocrite heartbeat and cheap alibis Can't get you by that monkey CHORUS |
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from Skid Row - Breakin' Down / Monkey Business / Slave To The Grind [single] (1995)
slave to the grind - skid row
You got me forced to crack my lids in two I'm still stuck inside the rubber room I gotta punch the clock that leads the blind I'm just another gear in the assembly line-oh no the noose gets tighter around my throat But I ain't at hte end of my rope 'cause I won't be the one left behind Can't be king of the world If you're slave to the grind Tear down the rat racial slime Can't be king of the world If you're slave to the grind Get it? A routine injection, a lethal dose But my day in the sun ain't even close There's no need to waste your prayers on me You better mark my word 'cause I'm history Yes indeed You might beg for mercy to get by But I'd rather tear this yhorn from my side I won't be the one left behind You can't be king of the world If you're slave to the grind Tear down thw rat racial slime You can't be king fo the world If you're slave to the grind They swallowed their daggers by turning their trick They tore my intentions apart brick by brick I'm sick of the jive You talk verbal insecticide They swallowed their daggers by turning their trick They tore my intention apart brick by brick I'm sick of the jive You talk verbal insecticide I won't be the one left behind You can't be king of the world If you're slave to the grind Tear down the rat racial slime You can't be king of the world If you're slave to the grind I said slave to the grind Slave to the grind Slave to the grind |
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from Skid Row - B-side Ourselves (1997)
Feelin' like we're ready to kick tonight No hesitatin', bodies aching Lookin' for some action, satisfaction alright
Chargin' vein pace as active as one hundred solod proof Megaton leviathan load ready to hit the roof You better watch out and hold on tight We're headin' your way like dynamite Deliverin' the goods Oh, we don't pull no punches We alm where the crunch is Bound to do the most damage to your brain If you're lookin' for it mellow You're nothin' more than yellow Gonna do it again and again We'll beat you to submission So you might learn your lesson 'Cuz there ain't nobody here to defend ya Faster, higher Till it seems that we're gonna break Shootin', further Givin' more than you're ever gonna take Leavin', your heads Crashed out on the floor Beggin' for mercy Be careful or we'll do it some more You better watch out and hold on tight We're headin' your way like dynamite Deliverin' the goods |
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from Skid Row - B-side Ourselves (1997)
Well she's walkin
Through the clouds With a circus mind That's running wild Butterflies and zebras and moonbeams and fairytales That's all she ever thinks about Riding with the wind Oh, when I'm sad She comes to me With a thousand smiles She gives to me free It's alright she said It's alright Take anything you want from me Anything.. |
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from Skid Row - B-side Ourselves (1997)
psycho therapy psycho therapy psycho therapy that's what they wanna give me psycho therapy psycho therapy psycho therapy all they wanna give me i'm a teenage schizoid the one your parent despise psycho therapy now i got glowing eyes i'm a teenage schizoid pranks and muggins are fun psycho therapy gonna kill someone psycho therapy psycho therapy i like takin' tuinal it keeps me edgy and mean i'm a teenage schizoid i'm a teenage dope fiend i'm a kid in the nuthouse i'm a kid in the psycho zone psycho therapy i'm gonna burglarize your home psycho therapy psycho therapy
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from Skid Row - B-side Ourselves (1997)
Well, I see you standin' there with your finger in the air Everything we do, you wanna leave it up to you Who do you think you are' You think you are a star Tryin' to run the town Always tryin' to put us down Well, you think that you're right You think you're out of sight Tell me something mister Why'd you have to make us so uptight' Well you say you've been tryin' You know that you're lyin' I think you need some groovin' Who do you think you're foolin' now' Well you better start changin' Your life need rearrangin' You better do some talkin' or you better do some walkin' now Yeah, you think that you're right You think you're out of sight Tell me something mister Why'd you have to make us so uptight' I know what you're doin' All that you been doin' wrong I don't know what you're feelin' Oh, but you been feelin' long Well, you think that you're right Tell me something mister why'd you have to make us so uptight' |
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