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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. 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. 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 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