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SKID ROW LYRICS
"Road Kill" (1993 Video/VHS)
1. Psycho Love (in 3-D)
2. Slave To The Grind
3. Monkey Business
4. Here I Am
5. Big Guns
6. 18 & Life
7. Psycho Therapy
8. Piece of Me
9. Get the Fuck Out
10. Medley: Midnight/Tornado & Mudkicker
11. Delivering the Goods
1. Psycho Love (in 3-D)
Check out Clementine
Cleanin' needles in her wine
Face down in her one-eyed world
With her brain-dead valentine
She'll be your zombie, your livin' dead
Her sweet corruption
It's gonna make you, gonna break you
Ohh yeah, she said...
Haunt my house of pain
And feel my psycho love
We'll shine and pray for rain
To heal my psycho love
Legs at ten and two
Chain her down that's what you do
King Tut and snake-eyed slut
In the pink but screamin' blue
I'll taste your crazy, you smell insane
I'm just another ghost
Inside your spirits hall of fame
Haunt my house of pain
And feel my psycho love
We'll shine and pray for rain
To heal my psycho love
As the warm smooth soul
Chases through the cold silence of a body
A body of touch not feel
One question is she a stone in the devil's garden
Or a speck in an angel dust
Ashes to ashes
And lust to lust
She'll teach you true love
Watchin' you turn blue love
She'll wrap you in a chokehold
And suck your symptom dry
2. 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
3. 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
4. Here I Am
Six foot one and lonely
Dressed in spaghetti rags
Standing at the bus stop
With her alligator bags
What can u do?
No, no, no, what can I do
I better see a doctor
'Cause I think I'm getting hooked on you
I ain't much for talkin'
But all I got to say is
Here I am
Close your eyes and I'll be Superman
Here I am
Come and take my lovin' while you can
She broke a million hearts
On 2nd Avenue
With her German cigarettes
And designer attitude
What can u do?
No, no, no, what can I do
My love's been goin' blind
Since the first time I laid eyes on you
Ain't much for conversation
But I got to let you know
Here I am
Close your eyes and I'll be Superman
Here I am
Come and take my lovin' while you can
You don't need a crystal ball
To see she's got it all
Here I am
Close your eyes and I'll be Superman
Here I am
Come and take my lovin' while you can
5. Big Guns
She was a ballerina on a subway train
Stiletto heels and a candy cane
Looked like a number on a station wall
Hot on the tail of a social call
I wet my lips I thought I had it made
Like Valentino with a hand grenade
I made my move with my libido on
She circled once and then she dropped the bomb
She got the big guns
Pointed my heart
Bang bang shooting like a firing squad
Big guns
Blew me away
And I went down in flames
I met a sidewalk preacher on a roller skate
He said he had the key to heaven's gate
I said: "I'll wait for the movie 'cause I been there before"
And learned: like is a battle and love is war
She got the big guns
Pointed my heart
Bang bang shooting like a firing squad
Big guns
Took me by surprise
She got my lovin' reachin' for the sky
She got the big guns
Pointed my heart
Bang bang shooting like a firing squad
Big guns
Blew me away
And I went down in flames
I'm doing time as a back seat Romeo
Play solitaire with my hands in the air
Another night and no bullets to spare
She got the big guns
Pointed my heart
Bang bang shooting like a firing squad
Big guns
Took me by surprise
She got my lovin' reachin' for the sky
She got the big guns
Pointed my heart
Bang bang shooting like a firing squad
Big guns
Blew me away
And I went down in flames
Big guns (Big guns)
Big guns, blew me away
And I went in flames
Big guns, big guns
She really, really got the big guns
She shot me down in flames
6. 18 & Life
Ricky was a young boy, he had a heart of stone
Lived 9 to 5 and worked his fingers to the bone
Just barely got out of school, came from the edge of town
Fought like a switchblade so no one could take him down
He had no money, oooh no good at home
He walked the streets a soldier and he fought the world alone
And now it's
18 and life you got it
18 and life you know
Your crime is time and it's
18 and life to go
(repeat above)
Tequila in his heartbeat, his veins burned gasoline
It kept his motor running but it never kept him clean
They say he loved adventure, "Ricky's the wild one"
He married trouble and had a courtship with a gun
Bang, bang shoot 'em up, the party never ends
You can't think of dying when the bottle's your best friend
And now it's
18 and life you got it
18 and life you know
Your crime is time and it's
18 and life to go
(repeat above)
"Accidents will happen" they all heard Ricky say
He fired his six-shot to the wind that child blew a child away
18 and life you got it
18 and life you know
Your crime is time and it's
18 and life to go
(repeat above)
7. Psycho Therapy
Psycho Therapy
Psycho Therapy
Psycho Therapy
That's what they wanna give me
Psycho Therapy
Psycho Therapy
Psycho Therapy
All they wanna give me
I'm a teenage schizoid the one your parent despise
Psycho Therapy now I got glowing eyes
I'm a teenage schizoid pranks and muggins are fun
Psycho Therapy gonna kill someone
Psycho Therapy
Psycho Therapy
I like takin' Tuinal it keeps me edgy and mean
I'm a teenage schizoid I'm a teenage dope fiend
I'm a kid in the nuthouse I'm a kid in the psycho zone
Psycho Therapy I'm gonna burglarize your home
Psycho Therapy
Psycho Therapy
8. Piece of Me
Sleazin' in the city
Lookin' for a fight
Got my heals and lookin' pretty
On a Saturday night, night, night
Good God, bless my soul
I need a fix of rock 'n' roll
Come on baby you gotta wait and see
You better hurry
To get a piece of me
Caught a lonely lady
Crying on a cigarette
I got nasty, nasty habits
And that's all she's gonna get
One for the money, two for the show
So 'round and 'round and 'round we go
Take a look at what-a you might need
You better hurry
To get a piece of me
I don't have looks, I don't have money
But I know one thing's for sure
One night ain't enough of my love
She wanted more, more, more
Sleazin' in the city
Lookin' for a fight
Got my heals and lookin' pretty
On a Saturday night, night, night
One for the money, two for the show
So 'round and 'round and 'round we go
Take a look at what-a you might need
You better hurry
To get a piece of me
To get a piece of me
To get a piece of me
9. Get the Fuck Out
Your jokes ain't funny and there's nothin' you say
That I wanna hear
The sound of the door slammin' your ass out
Is music to my ears
If I can't beat you then
I'm gonna beat you
To a pulp
So can the TV rays and take my tonsil glaze
Right down your throat
You're standin' too close what the fuck's with you,
You ain't my old lady and you ain't a tattoo
No need to whimper, no need to shout
This party's over, so get the fuck out
Get the fuck out
Well I puke, I stink bitch get me a drink
'Cause I'm payin' for the room
I ain't buying you breakfast
So keep your mouth busy and wrap your lips
All around my attitude
Take a walk with me with your triple double D's
And 40-foot do
Why you walkin' funny you must have spent some time
With the boys in the crew
You're standin' too close what the fuck's with you,
You ain't my old lady and you ain't a tattoo
No need to whimper, no need to shout
This party's over, so get the fuck out
Get the fuck out
The morning's comin' and this is my bed
If I find you here when I wake up
The maid is gonna find me dead
You're standin' too close what the fuck's with you,
You ain't my old lady and you ain't a tattoo
No need to whimper, no need to shout
This party's over, so get the fuck out
Get the fuck out
Get the fuck out
Get the fuck out
10. Medley: Midnight/Tornado & Mudkicker
We stand accused but you lie
Varicose-veined finger
Prejudiced evil mind
The young get stronger
Free living fast
But you're a sapsucker
You ain't gonna last
Your twisted mouths feed the minds of babes
Taught from birth it's crime that pays
One man's fortune is another man's pain
But that's how you play the game
I ain't the child of your disgrace
You're mudkickin' into my face
I've healed the wounds, been crucified
Mudkicker kick
Ha! here's mud in your eyes
Ladies and gentlemen and members of the jury
All rise, 'cause here comes the boss
He's your big brother the silver tongue's doublecross
His collar starched white, big black briefcase held tight
It holds the power to your demise
The corporation blue sedan
Behind the wheel Mr. Business-man
He thinks he's got the upper hand
But he misunderstands
I ain't the child of your disgrace
You're mudkickin' into my face
I've healed the wounds, been crucified
Mudkicker kick
I ain't the child of your disgrace
Quit mudkickin' into my face
I've healed the wounds, been crucified
Mudkicker kick
Wow! here's mud in your eyes
Your prestige is clear as day
But I can scrape the sewer bilge and see the same
The young get stronger, free living fast
But you're a sapsucker you ain't gonna last
I ain't the child of your disgrace
You're mudkickin' into my face
I've healed the wounds, been crucified
Mudkicker kick
I ain't the child of your disgrace
Quit mudkickin' into my face
I've healed the wounds, been crucified
Mudkicker kick
Mudkicker kick, kickin' me down
Mudkicker kickin' me all around
Mudkicker kick, kickin' me down
Mudkicker kick, kickin' me down
Mudkicker kickin' me all around
Mudkicker kick, kickin' me down
Mudkicker kick - I don't fuck around, no
11. Delivering the Goods
Feeling like we're, ready to kick tonight
No hesitating, my bodies aching
Looking for some action, satisfaction all right
Charging, vein faced, as active as one-hundred solid proof
Mega town, Leviathan, we're ready to hit the roof
You better watch out and hold on tight
We're heading your way like dynamite
Uhhh, Delivering the goods
Uhhh, Delivering the goods
Shake down, rock 'em boys, crack that whip strap mean
Pulse rave, air waves, battle lies in every place we've been
Stealing your hearts all across the land
Hot blood doing good, we're going to load you with our brand
You better watch out and hold on tight
We're heading your way like dynamite
Uhhh, Delivering the goods
Yeah, Delivering the goods
Have your way
Stealing your hearts
Well we don't pull no punches, we aim where the crunch is
The bound to do most damage to your brain
If you're looking for it mellow
you're nothing more than yellow
Gonna do it again and again
We'll beat you to submission
So you might as well surrender
You do gotta learn your lesson
'Cause there ain't nobody here to defend your heart
Faster, higher
'Til it seems that we're gonna break
Ohh shootin' further, giving more than you're ever gonna take
Weaving with your heads
Crushed out on the floor
Begging for mercy
Be careful or we'll do it some more
You better watch out and hold on tight
We're heading your way like dynamite
Uhhh, Delivering the goods
Uhhh, Delivering the goods
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