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Cure Me...Or Kill Me... Gilby Clarke Cure me... or Kill me (Pawn Shop Guitars) When the first car hit the wall Was the gulit still in or head? 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 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 Worst Gilby Clarke Little sad, but never mad Had to smash your looking glass If I had wings, I'd be gone chorus This is the worst song that's stuck in my head I can't remember to forget the things you said This is me Frankie's Planet Gilby Clarke Plastic ray-guys for me and your mom. 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. Diamond Dogs Gilby Clarke down the alley on your hands and knee I'm sure you're not protected, for it's plain to see The diamond dogs are poachers and they hide behind trees Hunt you to the ground they will, mannequins with kill Superstar Gilby Clarke If you’re going to die, I’ll kill you. A silver glitter sword, heavy metal boots. Dropping out of style like celebrity, Mind your vanity. Superstar, it’s so hard to hang with you. 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 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 Saturday Disaster Gilby Clarke Was it the morning after Or the night before Potions, pills, powders n' booze Invisable, but not bullet-proof X-rays of the beautiful chorus Saturday Disaster Someone just got murdered Saturday disaster It's Good Enough for Rock 'N' Roll Gilby Clarke I never saw the trouble in front of me I never felt the whip come down Found my suicide motel room key It took an ol' blind bloodhound My record players broken again The red lights flickerin' chorus 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 Something's Wrong With You Gilby Clarke Wouldn’t be so cruel, wouldn’t be so cruel It’s all or nothing. Something’s wrong with you now. Something’s wrong with you now. I ain’t that strong, a beaten dog. Really can’t do nothing. Bourbon Street Blues Gilby Clarke 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 never die ‘til I kill 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. Kilroy Was Here Gilby Clarke 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. I wish you were here to tell everyone I got your car. 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 Warm Country Sun Gilby Clarke 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 sell your soul for some peace Chorus Give me 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, Judgement Day Gilby Clarke 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 someone meet me 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 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 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 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. Happiness Is a Warm Gun Gilby Clarke a warm gun (bang bang shoot shoot) Happiness is a warm gun, mama (bang bang shoot shoot) When I hold you in my arms (oh, yeah) And I feel my finger on your trigger (oh, yeah) I know nobody can do me Technicolor Stars Gilby Clarke 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 Higher Gilby Clarke alone, so alone chorus You're getting higher than I was You're getting higher than I was You're getting higher than I was You're getting higher ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By CLARKE 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