Happiness Is a Warm Gun Gilby Clarke

"She's not a girl who misses much Do do do do do do, oh yeah She's well acquainted with the touch of the velvet hand like a lizard on a window pane.

Under The Gun Gilby Clarke

This wreckage in my head is from the trash you left Can't back out of this, you weren't That good in bed The pressure that you felt turned me on The weaker you got, made me strong Chorus Under The Gun

Zip Gun Gilby Clarke

Undertaker of the overkill Coming down from the model glue Vegas strip couldn't rob you blind Weekends free with the genocide Zero hour, rapid fire Panic stricken, desperation Chorus: Zip gun, I'm

Warm Country Sun Gilby Clarke

I don't need the heat, I didn't ask for the power I never wanted any trouble; I won't die a coward You would think monies satisfaction, it isn't freedom if you aren't free It's all just an addiction; you'd

Shut Up Gilby Clarke

"Sorry, it doesn't mean you understand You show me, enough of you Some day, you will find happiness And maybe you won't be such a drag And no one really knows Why it's so hard to laugh I said I won't be

Frankie's Planet Gilby Clarke

Send us away on a cartoon space train, Rocket to the stars. Good-bye cruel world, our children found truth, So young to be so far.

Cure Me...Or Kill Me... Gilby Clarke

In your magic crystal ball Is the poweer that made you mad You can't save yourself, it's a pleasure cruise You're damned for a million years There's a viper in your bedroom Under the sheets is tarantula

Tijuana Jail Gilby Clarke

Everyone around me, kinda bores me, it makes me lonely with the friends I never had Packing up my Mustang cuz' this city has no heart, it sucks you in and spits you out Patiently I'm seeking my destination is

Worst Gilby Clarke

"What's the worst that could happen Always more of the same Sleeping pills never killed All the fears I never feel Just the damage & pain I hate you most when you panic It's a personal war Little

Heart of Chrome Gilby Clarke

I worship no man I'm the lord of my life and I'm mad as hell for suffering I ain't breaking down anymore Like dead weight lying on the floor Chorus In my Heart Of Chrome, Surrounded by pain There's a

Mercedes Benz Gilby Clarke

Oh Lord, won't you buy me a Mercedes Benz my friends all drive porches I must make amends worked hard all my lifetime no help from my friends so oh lord, won't you buy me a Mercedes Benz oh lord

Black Gilby Clarke

If I told you I could love you I feel you'll think I'm weak I never had a friend who was my lover Honestly When I wake up from my sleep And I feel you next to me I'm so happy inside but I'll be crushed

Wasn't Yesterday Great Gilby Clarke

Sold my Stones 45's And traded in my 'stang I lost it all in a time warp My generation boomeranged chorus Yesterday, was it great?

Diamond Dogs Gilby Clarke

This is genocide!

Pawn Shop Guitars Gilby Clarke

and cut like a knife ? you cut a little deeper found the devil inside Now burn it?

Higher Gilby Clarke

than I was You're getting higher than I was You're getting higher Speedballs, rememdy your world Speed killed the weirdo I built Circled my universe, tranquilized and died Can't watch you drag down a

Judgement Day Gilby Clarke

families fine, my friends are all the guys on lives of the rich and famous Will someone meet me at the pearly gates and let me in when I start knocking Whoa, I wonder how I'll be remembered Whoa, How about a

Kilroy Was Here Gilby Clarke

He cashed a check and checked out. His asphyxiation was such a mess when he was found. Did I do you wrong? I did you no wrong. I'm selling you what you sold me.

Johanna's Chopper Gilby Clarke

everyone, that's sad Is? use My motorcycle?

Hunting Dogs Gilby Clarke

The day the music died I cried The future was so bright Never surrendered with fear in my eyes 'Cause human stories told With a couple of friends in a?

Bourbon Street Blues Gilby Clarke

This poor boy was searching for an easy way out He stole some poison from the voodoo house Locked up in his bedroom ‘cause he felt so ashamed He couldn’t take away his pain He’s just a slave to his

Technicolor Stars Gilby Clarke

Technicolor Stars You got lost in a Hollywood star map On the wrong side of Cocaine Blvd.

Sorry I Can't Write a Song About You Gilby Clarke

I stole the words from a Hallmark card, I never used, but they're so true. Sorry I can't write a song about you. Sorry I can't write a song about you.

Beware Of The Dog Gilby Clarke

Tie me up, tie me down, you're wearing me out Constricted, so vicious, what a rush I got Yeah, What a shock I got this morning Yeah, when I caught you masturbating Beware of the dog Beware of the dog He's

Hang on to Yourself Gilby Clarke

She's a tongue twisting storm She will come to the show tonight Praying to the light machine She wants my money, not my honey She's a funky thigh collector Laying on electric dreams So come on, come

Crocodile Tears Gilby Clarke

I heard a boom and a crash, was that another regret Slammin' me for my past, I can't remember to forget Check your pulse you're a wreck, a twist of passionate affection The thrills that drive you wild,

I'm Nobody Gilby Clarke

If there's no hope no resolution to hope for I'll be sad a little unwrapped but not so hopeless like I was Now that the worlds crashing down Chorus Oh Yeah, I'm nobody who never had a chance Oh Yeah, I'm

Blue Grass Mosquito Gilby Clarke

Can't sing the blues in this crowded room If nobody will buy me a drink A simple drink, it's unhappy hour Bury me on Bourbon St.

Mickey Marmalade Gilby Clarke

Remember Mickey Marmalade Was a glitter symphony Bellbottomoed roadie A pacified pretty thing Ziggy had a super heart but the rock star Got really bored so he sold his soul To the Music Television whores

Something's Wrong With You Gilby Clarke

I ain’t that strong, a beaten dog. Really can’t do nothing. Really can’t do nothing. ... So young and numb, slower than you need. Am I the ugly one? I bruise but never bleed.

Let's Get Lost Gilby Clarke

wed ever fade This ain't the blues This ain't nothin new Are we fallin off again Someone pushed us from the ledge No crime no sin We just don't fit in Lets get lost Lost in Space Just two people a

Punk Rock Pollution Gilby Clarke

I think you're really weird Damned and neurotic That green hair's kinda queer And it really makes me sick If talk is so cheap Then your bullshits expensive Wash your mouth you stink, Dangerous and vicious

Dead Flowers Gilby Clarke

, oh yeah yeah And I won't forget to put roses on your grave, eh yeah When you're sitting back in your rose pink Cadillac Making bets on Kentucky Derby day Well I'll be in my basement room with a

Captain Chaos Gilby Clarke

Captain Chaos Jonesin' sweet desperation Captain Chaos So young, strung out n' numb Souvenirs from hell and back Left your wreckage in a body bag chorus Captain Chaos Buried with my Telecaster Captain

Superstar Gilby Clarke

A silver glitter sword, heavy metal boots. Dropping out of style like celebrity, Mind your vanity. Superstar, it’s so hard to hang with you. Superstar, no one loves you like you do.

Jail Guitar Doors Gilby Clarke

Let me tell you 'bout Wayne, And his deals of cocaine, A little more every day. Holding for a friend until the band do well, Then the D.E.A. locked him away. Clang clang, go the jail guitar doors.

It's Good Enough for Rock 'N' Roll Gilby Clarke

lights flickerin' chorus If it's good enough for rock n' roll Well it's good enough for me If it's good enough for rock n' roll Well it's good enough for me Waiting for this liquor store thief Just a

Broken Down Car Gilby Clarke

some rubber burning on the 405 You're muscle car, 289 Breaking down, everytime you drive If I had an airplane I'd fly it through your heart Broken down car Ain't got no money, my pockets full I spent a

Alien Gilby Clarke

crashing down on you Chorus Am I an Alien, am I an Alien I got this second skin deteriorating Still floating day to day I phase out wondering My spaceship wrecked my future home Synthesized and traumatized A

Margarita Gilby Clarke

Margarita, you go down smooth like a shot of gold Patron. Let's spend the night together, I fear you'll tell your brother, What you lost I couldn't borrow.

Saturday Disaster Gilby Clarke

Was it the morning afterOr the night beforePotions, pills, powders n' boozeInvisable, but not bullet-proofX-rays of the beautifulchorusSaturday DisasterSomeone just got murderedSaturday disasterWee...

Happiness Various Artists

She's not a girl who misses much Do do do do do do oh yeah She's well acquainted with the touch of the velvet hand Like a lizard on a window pane The man in the crowd with the multicoloured mirrors On

Happiness A Worm Gun U2

Happiness is a warm gun Happiness is a warm gun She's not a girl who misses much She's not a girl who misses much Mother Superior jump the gun Mother Superior jump the gun Mother Superior jump the

Happiness is a Warm Gun U2

Happiness is a warm gun Happiness is a warm gun She's not a girl who misses much She's not a girl who misses much Mother Superior jump the gun Mother Superior jump the gun Mother Superior jump

Happiness Is A Warm Gun U2

Happiness is a warm gun Happiness is a warm gun She's not a girl who misses much Do do do do do do oh yeah She's not a girl who misses much Do do do do do do oh yeah Mother Superior jump the gun

Happiness Is A Warm Gun (Remastered 2009) The Beatles(비틀스)

the gun Mother Superior jump the gun Mother Superior jump the gun Happiness is a warm gun (Happiness bang, bang, shoot, shoot) Happiness is a warm gun, mama (Happiness bang, bang, shoot, shoot)

Happiness is a Warm Gun Tori Amos

Happiness Is A Warm Gun (Lennon/McCartney) The Beatles - from "The Beatles" (White Album, 1968) (Narration) Happiness is a warm gun Happiness is a warm gun, mama Happiness is a warm gun, mama

Happiness Is A Warm Gun (From "Across The Universe" Soundtrack) (Feat. Salma Hayek) Joe Anderson

She s not a girl who misses much do do do do do do, oh yeah She's well acquainted with the touch of the velvet hand like a lizard on a window pane.

Happinees is a warm gun BEATLES

She's not a girl who misses much Do do do do do do oh, yeah She's well acquainted with the touch of the velvet hand Like a lizard on a window pain The man in the crowd with the multicolored mirror on

Happiness Is A Warm Gun BEATLES

She's not a girl who misses much, Do do do do do do do do She's well acquainted with the touch of the velvet hand, Like a lizard on a window pane.