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.

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

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

Judgement Day Gilby Clarke

If I met God I'd smile alot I hope my hairs OK and my tattoos fade as he hands down my penance He said what did you do in 82' with that girl you weren't in love with?

Captain Chaos Gilby Clarke

Captain Chaos Jonesin' sweet desperation Captain Chaos So young, strung out n' numb Souvenirs from hell and back Left your wreckage in a body bag chorus Captain Chaos Buried with my Telecaster Captain

Tijuana Jail Gilby Clarke

Welcome to salvation, my Tequila's my companion for this evening of oblivion Everyone around me, kinda bores me, it makes me lonely with the friends I never had Packing up my Mustang cuz' this city has

Jail Guitar Doors Gilby Clarke

Let me tell you 'bout Wayne, And his deals of cocaine, A little more every day. Holding for a friend until the band do well, Then the D.E.A. locked him away. Clang clang, go the jail guitar doors.

Kilroy Was Here Gilby Clarke

Did I do you wrong? I did you no wrong. 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 breath.

Warm Country Sun Gilby Clarke

I don't need the heat, I didn't ask for the power I never wanted any trouble; I won't die a coward You would think monies satisfaction, it isn't freedom if you aren't free It's all just an addiction; you'd

Dead Flowers Gilby Clarke

When you're sitting there in your silk upholstered chair Talking to some rich folk that you know Well I hope you won't see me in my ragged company You know I could never be alone Take me down little

Technicolor Stars Gilby Clarke

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

Pawn Shop Guitars Gilby Clarke

you cut a little deeper found the devil inside Now burn it?

Diamond Dogs Gilby Clarke

As they 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

Worst Gilby Clarke

"What's the worst that could 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

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.

Let's Get Lost Gilby Clarke

blues This ain't nothin new Are we fallin off again Someone pushed us from the ledge No crime no sin We just don't fit in Lets get lost Lost in Space Just two people a little out of place Nothing's wrong

Blue Grass Mosquito Gilby Clarke

I lost the power over you I miss the power over you Let's celebrate, all the cheap things Sucking down booze with my strength What happened to the naked truth It vanished with the weakest fight I lost

Hunting Dogs Gilby Clarke

The day the music died I cried The future was so bright Never surrendered with fear in my eyes 'Cause human stories told With a couple of friends in a?

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

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.

Wasn't Yesterday Great Gilby Clarke

Sold my Stones 45's And traded in my 'stang I lost it all in a time warp My generation boomeranged chorus Yesterday, was it great?

Zip Gun Gilby Clarke

Undertaker of the overkill Coming down from the model glue Vegas strip couldn't rob you blind Weekends free with the genocide Zero hour, rapid fire Panic stricken, desperation Chorus: Zip gun, I'm

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

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,

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

Mercedes Benz Gilby Clarke

Oh Lord, won't you buy me a Mercedes Benz my friends all drive porches 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

Hang on to Yourself Gilby Clarke

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 on We've really got a good thing going Come on, come on If you

Margarita Gilby Clarke

Margarita, I spilled you under the covers. Margarita, you go down smooth like a shot of gold Patron. Let's spend the night together, I fear you'll tell your brother, What you lost I couldn't borrow.

Beware Of The Dog Gilby Clarke

Tie me up, tie me down, you're wearing me out Constricted, so vicious, what a rush I got Yeah, What a shock I got this morning Yeah, when I caught you masturbating Beware of the dog Beware of the dog He's

Frankie's Planet Gilby Clarke

We had you, you have us. Whatever you want: Magic or love. Our silver comet’s lost. Radio Flyer jets, Satellite dreams again Frankie’s Planet is a gas. So far away. So far away. So far away.

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

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

Punk Rock Pollution Gilby Clarke

I think you're really weird Damned and neurotic That green hair's kinda queer And it really makes me sick If talk is so cheap Then your bullshits expensive Wash your mouth you stink, Dangerous and vicious

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

Bourbon Street Blues Gilby Clarke

burned the bed they slept in 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 poor boy blues May you

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

silhouette Buy my alcohol goggles 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

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

Alien Gilby Clarke

I'm crashing down on you Chorus Am I an Alien, am I an Alien I got this second skin deteriorating Still floating day to day I phase out wondering My spaceship wrecked my future home Synthesized and traumatized

I'm Nobody Gilby Clarke

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 nobody who never had a chance So decadent, socially wrecked a little sexually frustrated You

Mickey Marmalade Gilby Clarke

tiger Les Paul was Poetry to the blues chorus Empty bottle robots Whacked out noisy folk songs Leading from the back But nowhere to go, no, yeah ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By CLARKE

Heart of Chrome Gilby Clarke

My souls on the line, I'm getting tired of beggingThe Devil's sliding in and I can feel my heart poundingI fear the new church and I worship no manI'm the lord of my life and I'm mad as hell for su...

There Is Nothing Wrong With Hating Rock Critics Of Montreal

i`m not confused like you pig you`re falling from your tree there`s something wrong with you there`s something wrong with me there`s nothing wrong with me i`m not impressed by you maggot`s vomit on the

Castle on a Cloud (Live) Samara Clarke

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 and She's soft to touch She says Cosette I love you

African Roots Johnny Clarke

African roots Just call me African roots Please call me African roots Just call me African roots I was born and raise in the ghetto With the blood of african roots So you can always call me Call me african

The Entertainer Tony Clarke

You're the entertainer The 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

Learn To Say No (Album Version) Jody Watley, George Michael

Too strong woah You`re too strong for me baby I`ve got to learn to say no Something`s wrong with me baby I`ve got to learn to say no I try to give you up but it`s hard Playing games left a hole in

Crazy (Acoustic ver.) Simple Plan(심플 플랜)

If you open your eyes You\'ll see that something is wrong I guess things are not how they used to be There\'s no more normal families Parents act like enemies Making kids feel like it\'s World War

Crazy (Acoustic Version) [Live] Simple Plan

If you open your eyes You\'ll see that something is wrong I guess things are not how they used to be There\'s no more normal families Parents act like enemies Making kids feel like it\'s World War

Crazy Simple Plan(심플 플랜)

If you open your eyes You\'ll see that something is wrong I guess things are not how they used to be There\'s no more normal families Parents act like enemies Making kids feel like it\'s World War

Silverline Josienne Clarke & Ben Walker

For a long time now I\'ve wanted to say something to lighten your load brighten your day but there aren\'t the words for the colours I see the patterns they change won\'t stay the same and somehow