Album: "Whitey Ford sings the blues"
We're gonna be breakin' it down (Yeah!) You gotta know the feel You gotta know the life You know what I'm sayin' (Hey!)
I said what's goin' wrong
You know it just ain't right
Tell me who be loud
When the spark ignite
Now from the break daylight
To the fall of the sun
You gotta pick your fight
It's time to choose your gun
CHORUS Front to back
Right to left
Keep it live all night
Make it hot to death
Get your heart pumpin'
like some crystal meth
Keep it live all night
Make it hot to death
Well... Hey...
Tell me who's your God
Does he make a lotta dough
I'm gonna take you higher
Or to the fire below
CHORUS
Guns to roses Abraham to Moses Daylight exposes what the night conceals Let's break these seals And get this thing started Some be out classed Some be out smarted Some be over bound by the blindin' rays I hear the whisper in the night Get trapped in the maze See back in the days When I was juvenile I dreamed of rockin' on the mic In a brand new style Now I'm shakin' these bones Tryin' to get these shoes Outbidded major crews I'm paid crazy dues Now I'm speakin' on you They just slept on me And rumors start spreadin' Just like a disease I'll have you down on your knees Below the spot ground zero Turn brown and burn down Rome just like Nero A hero ain't nothing but a
Don't make me say it again Legend
Don't make me say it
CHORUS
That's what I'm sayin' That's what I'm sayin'...