Kilroy Was Here
(Gilby Clarke)

Kilroy was here, he cashed a check and
checked out
his asphyxilation was such a mess when he
was found

Did I do you wrong
I did you no wrong

chorus
I'm selling you what you sold me
Suffocate in the air you breathe
I'm selling you what you sold me 
Suffocate in the air you breathe

I wish you were here to tell everyone
I can have your car
In all his doom, is the guilt in satire

Did I do you wrong
I did you no wrong

chorus

bridge
Falling off the world
It's the last thing I would do
I'd do the same if I was you
you used to be so cruel
It's the last thing that you'll do

chorus

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The Haunting
(Gilby Clarke)

Never wanted to frighten you
Never wanted to frighten you

I could never harm you
I'm aware of your fear
Distorting the truth
Won't change that you're weird

chorus
This is your Haunting
It's everything you wanted
This is your Haunting
 It's everything you wanted

Never wanted to frighten you
Never wanted to frighten you

Is this the day
Your nightmare's gone
Woke up in a daze
Tomorrow your strong

chorus

Is this it all, is this it all

It's terrifying, this is you're Haunting

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Something's Wrong With You
(Gilby Clarke)

Can I breathe you and be inside your world
If I could be you, I wouldn't be so cruel
Wouldn't be so cruel, wouldn't be so cruel

chorus
It's all or nothing
There's Something Wrong With You now
Something Wrong With You now
I ain't that strong a beaten' dog
You really can't do nothing
You really can't do nothing

So young and numb, slower than you need
Am I the ugly one, I bruise but never bleed
Bruise but never bleed, bruise but never bleed

chorus

bridge
Broken and busted up the pressured hurts,
nobody's loss
Last of the ugly ones, it's all or nothing,
it really doesn't mean anything

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Sorry I Can't Write A Song About You 
(Gilby Clarke/Daniel)

I was listening to our records
But I never played our song
The Underground sang "Sunday Morning"
Lou Reed was never wrong

I wanna write you something
Sing it from my heart
Stole the words from a Hallmark card
I never used, but they're so true

chorus
Sorry I Can't Write A Song About You
Sorry I Can't Write A Song About You

I was watching some old movie
It really wasn't that good
It wasn't "Inside Daisy Clover"
There was no Natalie Wood

I wanna tell you something
Say it from my soul
The words got stuck in my throat
Nothing came out, but I meant it loud

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Mercedes Benz
(Joplin/McLure/Neuwith)

Oh lord won't you buy me a Mercedes Benz.
My friends all drive Porsches, 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 won't you buy me a color TV.
Dialing for dollars is trying to find me.
I wait for delivery each day until 3.
So oh lord won't you buy me a color TV.

Oh lord won't you buy me a night on the town.
I'm counting on you lord, please don't let me down.
Prove that you love me and buy the next round.
Oh lord won't you buy me a night on the town.

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The Hell's Angels
(Gilby Clarke)

I beg your heart of chrome
An it really don't matter
You're the dog and I'm the bone
An it really don't matter
Are you the muscle on the machine
An it really don't matter
Anonymous ain't so easy
An it really don't matter

chorus
I'm the devil on the big red machine
Tell the Hell's Angels
All born to lose, no misery
Tell the Hell's Angels, the Hell's Angels

The time you stole was borrowed
An it really don't matter
The road you chose is narrow
An it really don't matter

chorus

bridge
Begging for tomorrow, living for today
Never getting out, buried yesterday

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Saturday Disaster
(Gilby Clarke/Daniel)

Was it the morning after
Or the night before
Potions, pills, powders n' booze
Invisable, but not bullet-proof
X-rays of the beautiful

chorus
Saturday Disaster
Someone just got murdered
Saturday disaster
Weekends never over

Was it the hair of the dog
Or the fall of the whore?
Pocketfull of fireworks
Smart bomb didn't hurt
Used rubbers in the dirt

chorus

I worship the quicksand you walk on.

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Trash
(Sylvain, Johansen)
Trash won't pick it up Don't take your life away
Trash won't pick it up Don't take your life away
Trash won't pick it up Don't try and take my knife away
Please don't you ask me if I love you
If you don't know what you're doin'

Trash won't pick it up Don't take your life away
Trash can't get it up Don't throw your love away
Trash won't pick it up Don't try and take my knife away
Please don't you ask me if I love you
If you don't know what I'll do, up my nose

Trash won't pick it up Don't take your life away
Trash won't pick it up Don't try and take my knife away 
Trash won't pick it up Forget to take it all away
Please don't you ask me if I love you
Cuz' I don't know if I do
Out here with you
Cuz' I don't know if I do
Out here with you

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Technicolor Stars
(Clarke)

chorus
Technicolor Stars

You got lost in a Hollywood star map
On the wrong side of Cocaine Blvd.
Too many demons got you in bed
Too much for a high school mess

chorus

She hangs out cuz' she wants in
A bored teenager virgin
She's the porono dream 97-SEX
She'll blow you for your last cigarette

She's so cool, so cool, so cool

chorus

A walking time bomb 
In her Melrose Ave. boots
A hitchhiking whore from the valley
Born in a muscle car backseat

She's so cool, so cool

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Superstar
(Clarke)

chorus
Superstar
It's so hard to hang with you
Superstar
No one loves you like you do

If you're gonna die, I'll kill you
A silver glitter sword and heavy metal boots
Dropping out in style like a celebrity
Mind your vanity

chorus

Coming up for air with a cigarette
Cold sweats, the shakes and vodka sex
Warming up to people, you used to hate
Work your poverty

bridge
When ya' come around
I ain't gonna be there

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Bourbon Street Blues
(Gilby Clarke/Almelda)

This poorboy 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

chorus
He's just a slave to his heart, a broken down car
He's got the Bourbon Street Blues
He's just a slave to his heart, a broken down car
He's got the poorboy blues

A Bourbon Street whore was his lover that night
He couldn't make love to his wife
Now he's the victim of her pleasure curse
She burned the bed they slpet in

chorus

bridge
May you never dire till' I kill you
May you never live as long as I stand on your grave

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Frankie's Planet
(Clarke)

Send us away
On a cartoon space train
Rocket to the stars
Goodbye cruel world
Our children want truth
So young, to be so far

chorus
Radio Flyer jets
Satellite dreams again
Frankie's Planet is a gas

Plastic ray-guns
For me & your mom
We had you, now you have us
Whatever you want
Magic or love
Our silver comet's lost

chorus

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