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SKID ROW LYRICS
"No F*cking Frills" (1993 Video/VHS)
1. Monkey Business
2. In A Darkened Room
3. Slave To The Grind
4. Quicksand Jesus
5. Little Wing
6. Psycho Therapy
1. Monkey Business
Outside my window there's a
Whole lot of trouble comin'
The cartoon killers and the
Rag cover clones
Stack heels kickin' rhythm
Of social circumcision
Can't close the closet on
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 in 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 call junk
To me it's just monkey business
Blind man in the vox that will probably die
The village kids laugh as they walk 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 shade
That you've got it made
To me it's just monkey business
Monkey business
Slippin' on the track
Monkey business
Jungle in black
Ain't your business if I got
No monkey on my back
Monkey business
Slippin' on the track
Monkey business
Jungle in black
Ain't your business if I got
Monkey's on my back
The vaseline gypsies and silicone souls
Dressed to the society
Hypocrite heartbeat and cheap alibis
Can't get you by that monkey
2. In A Darkened Room
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
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 crumples 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
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
3. Slave To The Grind
You got me forced to crack my lids in two
I'm still stuck inside this 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 the 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 words 'cause I'm history
Yes indeed
You might beg for mercy to get by
But I'd rather tear this thorn from my side
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
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 intentions apart brick by brick
I'm sick of the jive
You talk verbal insecticide
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
I said slave to the grind
Slave to the grind
Slave to the grind
4. Quicksand Jesus
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 threes
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
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'm so far away without you
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
5. Little Wing
Well she's walking through the clouds
with a circus mind
that's running wild
Butterflies and zebras and moonbeams
and fairly tales,
That's all she ever thinks about...
Riding the wind
When I'm sad she comes to me
with a thousand smiles
she gives to me free
It's alright, she says,
it's alright,
Take anything you want from me,
anything.
Fly on, little wing.
6. Psycho Therapy
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