Guest Appearances
Rob Affuso - Drums and Percussion on Dead Flowers
Jo Almeida - Dobro Slide Guitar on Skin & Bones, Rhythm Guitar on Johanna's Chopper, Shut Up and Hunting Dogs, Guitar Solo on Let's Get Lost, Slide Guitar on Pawn Shop Guitars, Lead Guitar on Hunting Dogs
Teddy Andreadis - Hammond Organ on Hunting Dogs
Frank Black - Rhythm Guitars and Background Vocals on Jail Guitar Doors
Dean Clark - Cowbell on Pawn Shop Guitars
Jonathan Daniel - Bass on Hunting Dogs
Marc Danzeisen - Drums, Percussion and Harmony Vocals on Cure Me... Or Kill Me, Johanna's Chopper and Let's Get Lost, Drums and Percussion on Skin & Bones, Background vocals on Black and Shut Up, Congas and Background Vocals on Pawn Shop Guitars
Joel Derouin - Fiddle on Skin & Bones
Will Efferts - Bass on all tracks except Jail Guitar Doors and Hunting Dogs
Roberta Freeman - Harmony Vocals on Skin & Bones
Mike Hall - Background Vocals on Shut Up
Duff McKagan - Drums on Jail Guitar Doors
Tim P. - Harmonica on Skin & Bones
Dizzy Reed - Mellotron on Black, Hammond Organ and Calliope on Let's Get Lost, Hammond Organ on Shut Up
W. Axl Rose - Piano and Vocals on Dead Flowers
John Schubert - Drums on Hunting Dogs
Eric Skodis - Drums on Shut Up, Background Vocals on Black, Pawn Shop Guitars and Shut Up, Harmony Vocals and Percussion on Tijuana Jail, Jews Harp on Skin & Bones
Slash - Lead Guitar on Cure Me... Or Kill Me and Tijuana Jail
Matt Sorum - Drums on Black, Tijuana Jail and Pawn Shop Guitars
Waddy Wachtel - Acoustic Guitars on Black, Ashtray on Let's Get Lost, Lead Guitar on Dead Flowers
Cure Me...or Kill Me (Gilby Clarke) When the first car hit the wall Was the gulit still in or head? 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 fuzz When she bites, she bites for murder I bleed the Addams Family blood There's a spell on me that I can't reverse It's a sympathy cross you burn Cure me.. Or Kill me.. But don't leave me here for dead Again Cure me.. Or Kill me.. But don't leave me here for dead Again This is your last happy Christmas Your worst Birthday party The cyanide in your poison ring Wouldn't cure my misery Don't bury me when I'm history I think you'll find an easy way out Top Of Page
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 If you leave It's so black It's so sad No one understands my hell It's so black It's so sad I'm a stranger to myself See a man can hurt a woman ??? but you still forgive But a woman who is unfaithful Kills a man Darkness fall on anyone Who welcomes it When you're in my bed It's my home And it's sacred It's so black It's so sad No one understands my hell It's so black It's so sad I'm a stranger to myself No one understands my hell It's my own It's my own It's so black It's so sad I'm always alone 'Cause no one No one Top Of Page
Tijuana Jail (Gilby Clarke) Welcome to salvation, my Tequila's my companion for this evening of oblivion 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 unknown, I followed the road down to Mexico Sorry Mr.Officer I think you got it wrong, I'm just a lonely ol' Texas boy and I wanna get on home He smiled and said "senor you're not in Texas anymore Send my love to my home but send my mail to a Tijuana Jail Staring at the ceiling of my jail cell it's my home, at least for now, it seems like forever Sleeping on the floor with the rats, crawling up my ass, I'm gonna kill that officer Sorry Mr. Officer but I'm gonna get revenge, on this side of the border 20 pesos get you dead He smiled and said "senor I think I'll drink to your threats" Send my love to my home, but sent my mail to a Tijuana Jail In my destitution suicides a solution, but I'm a gambler, and I'm not cashed in The sun is going down and my problems will be solved by dawn, but not by justice I smelled liquor on his breath, I knew this is my last chance, I begged give a dying man his last drink He handed me a glass with just the worm and he laughed I pulled a switchblade from my boot and shoved it in his throat Sorry Mr. Officer I think you got it wrong, I'm a lonely ol' Texas boy and I wanna get on home He smiled and said "senor you're not in Texas anymore" Send my love to my home but send my mail to a Texas Jail. Top Of Page
Skin & Bones (Gilby Clarke) The last time I fell I left a piece of myself I was so broken up, I should've stayed down Heaven can't you help me I'm losing this war I don't wanna die young from with just battle scars Keep the devil out of my soul; c'mon and save me From a heart of stone Tell the Lord he can take me now, I'm a shell of a man Just skin and bones I had a little sister who could drink up a storm If the liquor didn't kill her she'd be twenty-one The good times, bad times can't remember them all Must have been the thunder and alcohol The skeletons in the closet keep me awake at night The thing that really scares me are the monsters I live with everyday Top Of Page
Johanna's Chopper (Gilby Clarke) ???... I... everything, that's bad ???...???... everyone, that's sad Is ??? use My motorcycle ??? you Johanna's Chopper in the stars Johanna's Chopper in the stars Johanna's Chopper in the stars Why... am I... everything to you This road may never end My motorcycle's best friend Johanna's Chopper in the stars Johanna's Chopper in the stars Johanna's Chopper in the stars Johanna's Chopper I'm just a ??? runaway ??? ??? ??? Fast, funky ride Oh, chrystal-??? wheels Oh, acid-gasoline-??? eyes And I can't remember last night Yeah My motorcycle ??? you Johanna's Chopper in the stars Johanna's Chopper in the stars Johanna's Chopper in the stars Johanna's Chopper Johanna's Chopper in the stars Johanna's Chopper in the stars Johanna's Chopper in the stars Johanna's Chopper Top Of Page
Let's Get Lost (Gilby Clarke / Jonathan Daniel) Lost in time no time in space Never thought 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 little out of place Nothing's wrong Everything's fine Just lost in time Woke up in a lost and found Don't understand the here and now This aint my world Glad you're in my world Lets get lost Lost in space Just two people a little out of place Nothing's wrong Everything's fine Just lost in time Sorry it don't get better Lets burn all the bridges we cross Sorry it don't get better Lets burn all the people we know This ain't the blues This ain't nothing new Lets get lost This ain't the blues Lets get Lost This ain't the blues Lets get lost This ain't the blues Lets get lost Lets get lost Lets get lost Lets get lost Lets get lost Lets get lost lets get lost Lets get lost Lets get lost This ain't the blues Top Of Page
Pawn Shop Guitars (Gilby Clarke) Well I saw my silver ??? ??? Mexico Spend all my money in the ??? saloon ??? ??? my loose I'm alone, alone, alone I'm alone, alone, alone Well your mama says ??? and cut like a knife ??? you cut a little deeper found the devil inside Now burn it ??? I'm so mean, so mean, so mean I'm so mean, so mean, so mean I'm a motorcycle cowboy A honky-tonk junkie For a shooting star Drove to Desperado The wrong side of the barrel Best friend's a pawn shop guitar My best friend's a pawn shop guitar Well you're dirty down in ??? So I rip out your heart and then I start to eat The power I need is suicide I'm so blind, so blind, so blind I'm so blind, so blind, so blind I'm a motorcycle cowboy A honky-tonk junkie For a shooting star Drove to Desperado The wrong side of the barrel Best friend's a pawn shop guitar My best friend's a pawn shop guitar I'm so mean, so mean, so mean I'm so mean, so mean, so mean I'm so mean, so mean, so mean I'm so mean, so mean, so mean I'm a motorcycle cowboy A honky-tonk junkie For a shooting star Drove to Desperado The wrong side of the barrel I'm just a junkie And I'm just a junkie For your love For your love And I'm just a junkie My best friend's a pawn shop guitar And my best friend's a pawn shop guitar Top Of Page
Dead Flowers (Jagger/Richards) When you're sitting there in your silk upholstered chair Talking to some rich folk that you know Well I hope you won't see me in my ragged company You know I could never be alone Take me down little Suzie, take me down I know you think you're the queen of the underground And you can send me dead flowers every morning, oh yeah yeah Send me dead flowers by the mail Say it with dead flowers at my wedding, 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 needle and a spoon And another heart to take my pain away, eh yeah Take me down little Suzie, take me down, eh eh yeah yeah I know you think you're the queen of the underground And you can send me dead flowers every morning, oh yeah yeah Send me dead flowers by the mail Say it with dead flowers at my wedding, 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 needle and a spoon And another heart to take my pain away, eh yeah Take me down little Suzie, take me down, eh eh yeah yeah I know you think you're the queen of the underground And you can send me dead flowers every morning, Send me dead flowers by the mail, Say it with dead flowers at my wedding, oh yeah yeah And I won't forget to put roses on your grave, eh yeah Take me down little Suzie, take me down, I know you think you're the queen of the underground And you can send me dead flowers every morning, oh yeah yeah Send me dead flowers by the U. S. mail, Say it with dead flowers at my wedding, oh yeah yeah And I won't forget to put roses on your grave, eh eah I won't forget to put roses on your grave, eh eh eh eh eh yeah Top Of Page
Jail Guitar Doors (Joe Strummer / Mick Jones) Let me tell you 'bout Wayne and his deals of cocaine a little more every day holding for a friend till the band do well then the d.e.a. locked him away Clang clang, go the jail guitar doors Bang bang, go the boots on the floor Cry cry, for your lonely mother's son Clang clang, go the jail guitar doors An' I'll tell you 'bout Pete, didn't want no fame gave all his money away "well there's something wrong, it'll be good for you, son" and so they certified him insane Clang clang, go the jail guitar doors Bang bang, go the boots on the floor Cry cry, for your lonely mother's son Clang clang, go the jail guitar doors And then there's Keith, waiting for trial twenty-five thousand bail if he goes down you won't hear his sound but his friends carry on anyway, fuck 'em! jail guitar doors jail guitar doors jail guitar doors jail guitar doors jail guitar doors jail guitar doors jail guitar doors jail guitar doors Top Of Page
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 ??? Hunting dogs don't kill their own With the colors fade away It's so hard to hide the pain This is my generation So natural to hate Never had so much to loose The mid-day coffee blues Hunting dogs don't kill their own If only I could stop this room From spinning 'round I'm so confused I wake up clear my head Remember why I'm in this bed It really hurts to imagine everything's cold Hunting dogs don't kill their own If only I could stop this room From spinning 'round I'm so confused I wake up clear my head Remember why I'm in this bed It really hurts to imagine the song he never wrote Hunting dogs don't kill their own Hunting dogs don't kill their own Oh, the pain, the pain You hunting dog, you Hunting dogs don't kill their own Oh, the pain, the pain You hunting dog, you Hunting dogs don't kill their own Top Of Page
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 ??? But it's so hard to be your man Oh, baby won't you shut up Shut up You won't let ??? be ??? Oh, honey won't you shut up Shut up Read like a story book Baby, won't you shut up Shut up You got a fascination with love Sometime's love's not enough Funny how everything you want You always get You're so charming And so desperate One day, I knelt beside the you were sleeping in And I remember why I'm so ashamed Oh, baby won't you shut up Shut up You won't let ??? be ??? Oh, honey won't you shut up Shut up Read like a story book Baby, won't you shut up Shut up And no one really knows Why it's so hard to laugh I said I won't be ??? But it's so hard to be your man Oh, baby won't you shut up Shut up You won't let ??? be ??? Baby, won't you shut up Shut up Read like a story book Baby, won't you shut up Shut up You got this fascination This fascination I just don't understand Shut up Ooh Shut up ??? ??? ??? ??? ??? Come on, honey Shut up Shut up Top Of Page