Hang on to Yourself Gilby Clarke

She's a tongue twisting storm She will come to the show tonight Praying to the light machine She wants my money, not my honey She's a funky thigh collector Laying on electric dreams So come on, come

Superstar Gilby Clarke

Superstar, it’s so hard to hang with you. Superstar, no one loves you like you do. If you’re going to die, I’ll kill you. A silver glitter sword, heavy metal boots.

Cure Me...Or Kill Me... Gilby Clarke

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

Tijuana Jail Gilby Clarke

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

Dead Flowers Gilby Clarke

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

Judgement Day Gilby Clarke

If anything could happen, I'd start on my way to heaven I'd leave this world and all the thrills, like girls and 7/11 My families fine, my friends are all the guys on lives of the rich and famous Will

Alien Gilby Clarke

I'm scuzzied out of my head Powered down everything The static's deafening All wired up for the end Am I on top of the world?

Crocodile Tears Gilby Clarke

I heard a boom and a crash, was that another regret Slammin' me for my past, I can't remember to forget Check your pulse you're a wreck, a twist of passionate affection The thrills that drive you wild,

Mercedes Benz Gilby Clarke

dialing for dollars is trying to find me I wait for delivery each day until three oh lord, won't you buy me a color T.V.

Heart of Chrome Gilby Clarke

My souls on the line, I'm getting tired of begging The Devil's sliding in and I can feel my heart pounding I fear the new church and I worship no man I'm the lord of my life and I'm mad as hell for suffering

Happiness Is a Warm Gun Gilby Clarke

"She's not a girl who misses much Do do do do do do, oh yeah She's well acquainted with the touch of the velvet hand like a lizard on a window pane.

Frankie's Planet Gilby Clarke

Send us away on a cartoon space train, Rocket to the stars. Good-bye cruel world, our children found truth, So young to be so far.

Bourbon Street Blues Gilby Clarke

This poor boy 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 He’s just a slave to his

Blue Grass Mosquito Gilby Clarke

Can't sing the blues in this crowded room If nobody will buy me a drink A simple drink, it's unhappy hour Bury me on Bourbon St.

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

Diamond Dogs Gilby Clarke

pulled you out of the oxygen tent You asked for the latest party With your silicone hump and your ten inch stump Dressed like a priest you was Todd Browning's freak you was Crawling down the alley on

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

Warm Country Sun Gilby Clarke

free It's all just an addiction; you'd sell your soul for some peace Chorus Give me the Warm Country Sun Get me out of the city Give me the Warm Country Sun I need some comfort and peace I'm kinda used to

Jail Guitar Doors Gilby Clarke

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.

Mickey Marmalade Gilby Clarke

Remember Mickey Marmalade Was a glitter symphony Bellbottomoed roadie A pacified pretty thing Ziggy had a super heart but the rock star Got really bored so he sold his soul To the Music Television whores

Saturday Disaster Gilby Clarke

Pocketfull of fireworks Smart bomb didn't hurt Used rubbers in the dirt chorus I worship the quicksand you walk on.

It's Good Enough for Rock 'N' Roll Gilby Clarke

are cracked If it's good enough for rock n' roll Well it's good enough for me If it's good enough for rock n' roll Well it's good enough for me bridge Tell me how you want it I ain't getting down on

Broken Down Car Gilby Clarke

My straight six ford in overdrive Left some rubber burning on the 405 You're muscle car, 289 Breaking down, everytime you drive If I had an airplane I'd fly it through your heart Broken down car Ain't

Hunting Dogs Gilby Clarke

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

Technicolor Stars Gilby Clarke

Technicolor Stars You got lost in a Hollywood star map On the wrong side of Cocaine Blvd.

Under The Gun Gilby Clarke

This wreckage in my head is from the trash you left Can't back out of this, you weren't That good in bed The pressure that you felt turned me on The weaker you got, made me strong Chorus Under The Gun

Sorry I Can't Write a Song About You Gilby Clarke

I was listening to our records, but I never played our song. The Underground sang “Sunday Morning,” Lou Reed was never wrong. I want to write you something. Sing it from my heart.

Pawn Shop Guitars Gilby Clarke

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

Worst Gilby Clarke

happen Always more of the same Sleeping pills never killed All the fears I never feel Just the damage & pain I hate you most when you panic It's a personal war Little sad, but never mad Had to

Higher Gilby Clarke

Bitter pills washed down with Vodka & hope Beautiful, but strung out, socially stoned Cold sweats and fake charms, tranquilize my heart Tattoo euphoria on the battle scars chorus You're getting higher

Kilroy Was Here Gilby Clarke

I wish you were here to tell everyone I got your car. In all this doom was the guilt in satire. Did I do you wrong? I did you no wrong. I'm selling you what you sold me.

I'm Nobody Gilby Clarke

If there's no hope no resolution to hope for I'll be sad a little unwrapped but not so hopeless like I was Now that the worlds crashing down Chorus Oh Yeah, I'm nobody who never had a chance Oh Yeah, I'm

Johanna's Chopper Gilby Clarke

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

Let's Get Lost Gilby Clarke

Lost in time no time in space Never thought wed ever fadeThis ain't the blues This ain't nothin newAre we fallin off again Someone pushed us from the ledgeNo crime no sin We just don't fit inLets g...

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 It’s all or nothing. Something’s wrong with you now. Something’s w...

Wasn't Yesterday Great Gilby Clarke

Yesterday, was it great Stayed in bed in my hangover clothes I couldn't get up for the day Wasn't yesterday great Wasn't, wasn't yesterday great ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By CLARKE

Zip Gun Gilby Clarke

innocent White lies, hard crime Make believe, smokescreen Walking wounded, Gotta get outta here Damned and stupid, Sinking feeling I'm buried here ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By CLARKE

Captain Chaos Gilby Clarke

Telecaster Captain Chaos Did everybody say they knew ya' Captain Chaos Jonesin' sweet, sweet desperation Captain Chaos So young, strung out and numb ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By CLARKE

Punk Rock Pollution Gilby Clarke

don't need Punk rock pollution Can't breathe, don't need Punk rock pollution Can't breathe, don't need, neat, neat, neat, neat Punk rock pollution ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By CLARKE

Margarita Gilby Clarke

I ain't the talking type,Down at the bar at night,Drinking off my former lovers.This melancholy, darkened room,I smelled your cheap perfume,An angel in Latin bartender.Chorus:Margarita, sweeter tha...

Beware Of The Dog Gilby Clarke

Tie me up, tie me down, you're wearing me outConstricted, so vicious, what a rush I gotYeah, What a shock I got this morningYeah, when I caught you masturbatingBeware of the dogBeware of the dogHe'...

The Entertainer Tony Clarke

entertainer You're the entertainer The entertainer You made em laugh And you left em feeling glad You made em cry And you left em feeling sad They've seen you perform In so many plays But they're not to

To Yourself David E. Sugar

Miscellaneous Hang On To Yourself (arnold Corns Version) Thought we had a good thing going, and you know and mama had a thing on My baby got out last monday and me i'm on a radio show So come on, come

Bad Love Sway Clarke

rainbows, sunshine, puppies, Paris what does it all mean if I'm cheating on you Valentine, shopping, notebook on the screen what does it all mean if you're cheating on me to on your birthday you were so

Castle on a Cloud (Live) Samara Clarke

There is a castle on a cloud I like to go there in my sleep Aren't any floors for me to sweep Not in my castle on a cloud There is a lady all in white Holds me and sings a lullaby She's nice to see

Hideaway Stanley Clarke

You know I gotta go Got to find a place Get away From the human race Find a place where the air is clear On a sunny day, sunny day I got to find A Hideaway, hideaway Hideaway Hideaway Hideaway

Overkill (Kilmister, Clarke, Taylor) Metallica

Overkill Only way to feel the noise Is when it's good and loud So good I can't believe it Screamin' with the crowd Don't sweat it Give it back to you Don't sweat it Give it back to you Overkill

The Sound Of Winter Bush

you so alive Let's walk through the fire together Disappear in the golden sands It's all in your face I see you break It's like sound of winter The bleeding love the slient escape You've got to hang on

Enjoy Yourself Various Artists

If you hear music from down the street And you find yourself tappin' your feet Just ease on by if you want to There's only one thing expected of you Enjoy yourself, have a big time Dance a little dance

The Sound Of Winter Bush(부시)

hang on to yourself It\'s like the sound of winter Medusa smiles, Judas lips Open arms and finger tips Love bites and Recompense I\'ll be with you until the end Lets walk through the fire together