"The Worst"


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 sad, but never mad,
Had to smash your looking glass.
If I had wings, I'd be gone.

This is the worst song that's stuck in my head.
I can't remember to forget the things you said.
This is me being you, and telling me this is the worst.

You ain't the worst or the last.
Could you ever be wrong?
Crashed the car, burned the house,
All the kids are lost and found,
It never happened, I'm gone.

This is the worst song that's stuck in my head.
I can't remember to forget the things you said.
This is me being you, and telling me this is the worst.

Do we fall apart in pieces now?
Do we fall apart in pieces now,
I'll show you how.

This is the worst song in my head.
This is the worst song in my head.
This is the worst song in my head, worst song in my head.
This is the worst.
This is the worst.

"Punk Rock Pollution"


I think you're really weird,
You're damned and neurotic.
Your green hair's kinda queer,
And it really makes me sick.
Your talk is so cheap,
Then your bullshits expensive.
Wash your mouth you stink,
Dangerous and vicious,
Like you, incarcerate me now.

I can't breathe, don't need,
That Punk rock pollution.
I can't breathe, don't need,
That punk rock pollution.

Somebody strung me up,
Violent stupid drunks.
Suffocate me now.
Don't leave me here in rehab bad Clash,
Used-up New York Dolls.

I can't breathe, don't need,
That punk rock pollution.
I can't breathe, don't need,
that punk rock pollution.

I think you're really weird,
Damned and neurotic queer.
Incarcerate me now, disintegrate me.
Wash your mouth, you really stink,
Dangerous and vicious, piece of shit.

Can't breathe, don't need,
That punk rock pollution.
I can't breathe, don't need,
That punk rock pollution.
Can't breathe, don't need, neat, neat, neat, neat
That punk rock pollution

 

"Sorry I Can't Write A Song About You"


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.
I stole the words from a Hallmark card,
I never used, but they're so true.

Sorry I can't write a song about you.
Sorry I can't write a song about you.

I was watching some old movies, and they really weren't that good.
It wasn't “Inside Daisy Clover,” there's no Natalie Wood.

I want to tell you something, say it from my soul.
The words got stuck in my throat, and nothing came out,
But I meant it loud.

Sorry I can't write a song about you.
Sorry I can't write a song about you.

Someday, it'll be all right.
Maybe it'll be okay.
Someday, it'll be all right.
Maybe it'll be okay.

I want to tell you something, sing it from my heart.
I stole the words from a Hallmark card,
I never used, but they're so true.
Nothing came out, but I meant it loud.

Sorry I can't write a song about you.
Sorry I can't write a song about you.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

"Bourbon Street Blues"


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 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.

A Bourbon Street whore was his lover last night.
He couldn't make love to his wife.
Now she's the victim of his pleasure curse.
She 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 never die 'til I kill you?
May you never live as long as I stand on your grave?

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.

"The Hell's Angels"


I beg your heart of chrome, and it really don't matter.
You're the dog and I'm the bone, and it really don't matter.
Are you the muscle or the machine, and it really don't matter?
Anonymous ain't so easy, and it really don't matter.

I'm the devil in the big red machine, tell the Hell's Angels.
All born to lose, but built for speed.
Tell the Hell's Angels. Tell the Hell's Angels.

The time you stole was borrowed, and it really don't matter.
The road you chose was narrow, and it really don't matter.

I'm the devil in the big red machine, tell the Hell's Angels.
All born to lose, but built for speed.
Tell the Hell's Angels. The Hell's Angels.

Begging for tomorrow, living for today.
Never getting out, buried yesterday.

I'm the devil in the big red machine, tell the Hell's Angels.
All born to lose, no misery.
Tell the Hell's Angels. The Hell's Angels.
The Hell's Angels. The Hell's Angels.

"Crocodile Tears"

words & music 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, fetish driven collision

Chorus
I can love you better than that - and the Crocodile Tears you cry
I won't leave you on your back - and the Crocodile Tears you cry
The Crocodile Tears you cry, the Crocodile Tears

Your tantrums turn me on, a drama queen bitch
Tie me tighter tonight, you deserve what you get

Bridge
There's nothing you can do
When your backs against the wall
And the straps are on your wrist
Can you fight through a tortured soul?

Chorus
I can love you better than that - and the Crocodile Tears you cry
I won't leave you on your back - and the Crocodile Tears you cry
The Crocodile Tears you cry, the Crocodile Tears

"Judgment Day"

Words & music by 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 someone meet me at the pearly gates and let me in when I start knocking

Whoa, I wonder how I'll be remembered
Whoa, How about a star on Hollywood Blvd?

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?
I said I was young and dumb
Was there something wrong with having fun with one of your creations?

Whoa, I wonder how I'll be remembered
Whoa, How about a star on Hollywood Blvd.?

I want a window seat I don't want anything to pass me
It's a new parade it's Judgement Day for me

What ever happened to the records that were going platinum
Everybody just stood up and cheered and said the next big thing is coming
So I dropped a lot of acid, just to hear what the Beatles were saying
It's been 32 years and I really don't care, everyone's so depressing

"Heart of Chrome"

Words & music by 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
I ain't breaking down anymore
Like dead weight lying on the floor

Chorus
In my Heart Of Chrome, Surrounded by pain
There's a method to my madness, survival by faith
In my Heart Of Chrome, Surrounded by pain
In my Heart of Chrome is who I am

It's a cruel punishment survival in hell
The power of sin is the loss of innocence
I fear the new church and I worship no one
I'm the lord of my life and I'm mad as hell for suffering
I ain't breaking down anymore
Like dead weight lying on the floor

"Diamond Dogs"

Words & music by David Bowie


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, Todd Browning beast you was

Crawling down the alley on your hands and knees
I'm sure your not protected for it's plain to see
The Diamond Dog's are poachers and they hide behind trees
Hunt you to the ground they will, mannequins with kill appeal

Will they come - I'll keep a friend serene
Will they come - Oh baby come unto me
Will they come - well she's come, been and gone

Come out of the garden baby
You'll catch your death in the fog
Young Girl - they call them the Diamond Dog's
Young Girl - they call them the Diamond Dog's

Now Halloween Jack is a real cool cat
And he lives on top of Manhattan Chase
The elevators broke, so he slides down a rope
Onto the street below, oh tarzie go man go

Meets his sweetest little hussy with his ghost town approach
His face is sans feature but she wears a diamond broach
Sweetly reminiscent, something mother used to wear
Wrecked up and paralyzed, Diamond Dog's are sable-ized

In the year of the scavenger the season of the witch
Sashay on the boardwalk, scurry to the ditch
Just another future song, lonely little kitch
There's gonna be sorrow, try and wake up tomorrow

"Tijuana Jail"


Welcome to salvation, my Tequila's my companion,
For this evening of oblivion.
Everyone around me, kinda bores me, it makes me
Lonely without friends I never had.
Packing up my Mustang 'cuz this city has no heart,
It sucks you in and spits you out.
Patiently I'm seeking, my destination is unknown,
I'll followed the road down to Mexico.

Sorry Mr. Officer, I think you got it wrong,
I'm just a lonely ol' Texas boy 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 for now, seems like forever.
Sleeping on the floor with the rats, crawling up my ass,
I'm gonna kill that officer.

Sorry Mr. Officer, but I'm gonna get revenge,
on this side of the border 20 pesos gets you dead.
He smiled and said "Senor, I think I'll drink to your threats."
Send my love to my home, but sent my mail to a Tijuana Jail.

In my destitution, suicide is a solution,
But I'm a gambler, and I'm not cashing in.
You see the sun is going down,
And my problems will be solved by dawn,
But not by justice.
I smelled liquor on his breath, I knew this is my last chance,
I begged give a dying man his last drink.
He handed me a glass with just the worm and then he laughed.
I pulled a switchblade from my boot, and shoved it in his throat!

Sorry Mr. Officer, I think you got it wrong,
I'm a lonely ol' Texas boy 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 Texas Jail!