Artist : GUNS N' ROSES
Album : The Spaghetti Incident?

Ain't it fun when you're always on the run
Ain't it fun when your friends despise what you become
Ain't it fun when you get so high
Well... that you, you just can't come
Ain't it fun when you know that you gonna die young

It's such fun
Good fun
Such fun
Such fun
Aah such fun
Such fun
Such fun aah
Yeah fun,
Just fun
Such...

Ain't it fun when you taking care of number one
Ain't it fun when you feel like you just gotta get a gun
Ain't it fun when you just can't seem to find your tounge
Cause you stuck it too deep into something that really stung
It's such fun, ah

Well, so good to me, they spit right in my face
I didn't even feel it
It was such a disgrace

I punched my fist right through the glass
I didn't even feel it
It happened so fast

Such fun
Such fun
Such fun
Ah such fun
Such fun
Such fun
Ah such fun

Ain't it fun when you tell her she's just a cunt
Ain't it fun when you she splits you and leaves you on the bum
Well, ain't it fun when you've broken up every band that you've ever begun
Ain't it fun when you know that you're gonna die young

It's such fun
Such fun [x 13]

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Artist : GUNS N' ROSES
Album : The Spaghetti Incident?

Buick
Buick
Buick Mackane will ya
Buick Mackane will ya be my girl
Oh, be my girl

Rainy lady
Queen of the rock will ya
Queen of the rock will ya
Help me roll
Help me roll

[spoken]
See my soul

Sire, sire
You're just a sexual goddess
You're just a sexual goddess
Be my plane
Oh, in the rain

Buick
Buick
Buick Mackane will ya
Buick Mackane will ya be my girl
Oh, be my girl

I said I know what to do
I'm gonna
Fuck
Fuck
Fuck
Fuck you
Fuck you

I said I know what to do
I'm gonna
Fuck
Fuck
Fuck
Fuck you
Fuck you

I said I know what to do
I'm gonna
Fuck
Fuck
Fuck
Fuck you
Fuck you

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Artist : GUNS N' ROSES
Album : The Spaghetti Incident?

[spoken]
Give me a little bit of volume on this

You're a heart-breakin' soul shaker
I've been told about you
I've seen y'on the midnight show girl
A-what they been sayin' must be true

Red hot mama
There'll be trouble
I say time's gonna pay your dues

[CHORUS:]

Now you're messin' with a A SON OF A BITCH
Now you're messin' with a son of a bitch
Now you're messin' with a A SON OF A BITCH
Now you're messin' with a son of a bitch

Talkin' jive and poison ivy
You ain't gonna cling to me
Man take a bold thinker
I ain't so blind I can't see

Red hot mama
There'll be trouble
I say time's gonna pay your dues

[CHORUS]

[CHORUS (x 5)]

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Artist : GUNS N' ROSES
Album : The Spaghetti Incident?

Yeah!
Attitude
'tsa fuckin' attitude
I can't believe what ya say to me
You got some attitude

Inside that bitter brain
There's gotta be a whore
If you don't shut your mouth
You're gonna feel the floor, yeah!

Attitude, what you got's a fuckin' attitude
Attitude is what you got's a fuckin' attitude
Some fuckin' attitude
Yeah, right

Inside that bitter brain
There's gotta be a whore
If you don't shut your mouth
You're gonna feel the mother fuckin' guitar!

Oh, attitude
'tsa fuckin' attitude
I can't believe what ya say to me
You got some attitude

Oh, attitude
'tsa fuckin' attitude
I can't believe what ya say to me
You got some attitude

Yeah!
Yeah!
Yeah!

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Artist : GUNS N' ROSES
Album : The Spaghetti Incident?

Yeah!

I'm from South Philadelphia up on Avenue C
I've seen empty hands that was waitin' to freeze
Up from the power at home

[CHORUS:]

I don't care about you
Fuck you!
I don't care about you
Fuck you!

I've seen Hollywood Boulevard
Welfare hotel
And I spent the night in jail
At the Wilcox Hotel

I don't care about you
Fuck you!
I don't care about you

I've seen an old man have a heart attack in Manhattan
Well he died while we just stood there lookin' at him
Ain't he cute?

I don't care about you
Fuck you!
I don't care about you

I seen mad rollin' drunks
I seen bodies in the streets
I saw a man who was sleepin' in his own puke
And a man with no legs crawlin' down
Fifth Street tryin' just to get somethin' to eat

I don't care about you
Fuck you!
I don't care about you
Fuck you!
I don't care about you
Fuck you!
I don't care about you

Fuck you!

[spoken]
Uh, that hurt man
Alright
Perfect

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Artist : GUNS N' ROSES
Album : The Spaghetti Incident?

Ooh
Ooh
Ooh

Well, she's all geared up, walkin' down the street
And I can feel the slime, drippin' down her sleeve
Well, you can't refuse and you just can't choose what she's gonna do
Well, you can't refuse and you just can't choose what she's gonna do

Ooh
Ooh

Well, it's late at night, and I'm all alone
And I can hear her boots as she's near her home
Well, you can't refuse and you just can't choose what she's gonna do
Well, you can't refuse and you just can't choose what she's gonna do

[CHORUS:]

Scratch, scratch, she's clawing at the door
Whoa, no, I can't take it anymore
Crack, crack I'm feeling so sore
I never should asked for black leather
Black leather
Ooh, black leather
Ow black leather

And you can try to hide, but you won't get far
You can let her in, and you'll start it again
Well, you can't refuse and you just can't choose what she's gonna do
Well, you can't refuse and you just can't choose what she's gonna do

[CHORUS]

Ooh
Ooh
Black Leather [x 8]

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Artist : GUNS N' ROSES
Album : The Spaghetti Incident?

[spoken]
This one's for you Johhny

It doesn't pay to try
All the smart boys know why
It doesn't mean, I didn't try
I just never know, why

It's isn't 'cause I'm all alone
Oh, baby, you're not home
And when I'm home
Big deal, I'm still alone

It's so restless, I am
Beat my head against a pole
Try to knock some sense, down 'side my bones
And even though it don't show
Those guys are so old
Can't put your arms around a memory
Can't put your arms around a memory
Can't put your arms around a memory
Don't try
Don't try

You're just a basket case
And you got no name
Could you live with me?
Go on and say
And even though it don't show
Those guys are so old

Can't put your arms around a memory
Can't put your arms around a memory
Can't put your arms around a memory
Don't try
Don't try

[spoken]
Johnny you're me
Yeah, you're memory
I wanna put my arms around your memory

I can't try...
I can't try
Don't try

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Artist : GUNS N' ROSES
Album : The Spaghetti Incident?

There's a time for living
Time keeps on flying
Think you're loving baby
But all your doing is crying

[CHORUS:]

Can you feel
Are those feelings real
Look at your game, girl
Look at your game, girl

What a mad delusion
Living in that confusion
Frustration and doubt
Can you ever live without the game

The sad, sad game
Mad game
Just to say loves' not enough
If it can't be true
Oh, you can tell those lies baby but you're only fooling you

[CHORUS]

Can you feel
I know those feelings ain't real
Then you better stop trying
Or you're gonna play crying
Stop trying
Or you're gonna play crying
Stop trying

That's the game
Sad sad game
Mad game
Sad game

[spoken]
Thanks, Charles
Jack

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Artist : GUNS N' ROSES
Album : Chinese Democracy

It don't really matter
Gonna find out for yourself
No it don't really matter
You're gonna leave this thing to
Somebody else

If they were missionaries
Real time visionaries
Sitting in a Chinese stew
To view my dis-infatu-ation
I know that I'm a classic case
Watch my disenchanted face
Blame it on the Falun Gong*
They've seen the end and you can't hold on now

Cause it would take a lot more hate than you
To win the fascination
Even with an iron fist
All they got to rule the nation
But all I got is precious time

It don't really matter
You're gonna find out for yourself
No it don't really matter
So you can hear now from
Somebody else

Cause it would take a lot more time than you
I've got more masturbation
Even with your iron fist
All they got to rule the nation but all I got is
Precious time
All they got to rule the nation but all I got is
Precious time

It don't really matter
I guess you'll find out for yourself
No it don't really matter
So you can hear it now from
Somebody else

You think you got it all locked up inside
And if you beat them all up they'll die
Then you'll walk them home for the cells
Then now you'll dig for your road back to hell
And with your ? makes you stop
As if your eyes were their eyes you can tell
And you're out of time

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Artist : GUNS N' ROSES
Album : Chinese Democracy

I got a funny feeling
There's something wrong today
I got a funny feeling
And it won't go away

I got an itchy finger
An they'll be hell to play
I'm gonna pull the trigger
An blow them all away

Don't ever
Try to tell me
How much you care for me
Don't ever
Try to tell me
How you are there for me

I don't believe there's a reason
I don't believe it
I don't believe there's a reason
I don't believe it

I got a wicked demon
His hunger never fades
I got an empty feelin'
I won't be home today

Don't ever
Try to tell me
How much you care for me
Don't ever
Try to tell me
How you are there for me

I don't believe there's a reason
I don't believe it
I don't believe there's a reason
I don't believe it

No one is stoppin' you
From a doin what you want to do
No one is stoppin' you now
Stoppin' you now

I don't believe there's a reason
I don't believe it
I don't believe there's a reason
I don't believe it
I don't believe there's a reason
I don't believe it
I don't believe there's a reason
I don't believe it

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