PMRC Punk Metal Rap Coalition: Guns N Roses

Guns N' Roses is my all time favorite band and always will be.

No matter how uninteresting Chinese Democracy was!

Rediscover with me GN'R Lies.

Gn'R Lies (1988)

Reckless Life

(Rose /Slash / Stradlin / Weber)

(Hey fuckers, suck on Guns N' Fuckin' Roses!)

I'm reckless and feelin' no pain

You know I've got no need to control

Livin' with the danger

I'm always on the edge now

With million dollar visions that I hold

Livin' like this never ever

Tore my life apart

I know how to maintain

And you know I know my part

On a holiday, a permanent vacation

I'm living on a cigarette with wine

I'm never alone 'cause I've got myself

Yes, I imitate myself all of the time

Livin' like this never ever

Tore my life apart

I know how to maintain

'Cause it's comin' from my heart

I lead a reckless life

And I don't need your advice

I lead a reckless life

And you know it's my only vice

(sucker)

Reckless life

I lead a reckless life

And you know it's my only...

Reckless life

I lead a reckless life

And you know it's my only...

Hey, hey - yeah!

Nice Boys

(Peter Wells / Gary Anderson / Michael Cocks / Gordon Leech Dallas Royall)

She hit town like a rose in bloom

Smellin' sweet, said sweet perfume

The color faded and the petals died

Down in the city, no one cried

In the streets, the garbage lies

Protected by a million flies

The roaches so big

You know that they got bones

They moved in and made a tenement home

I said nice boys

Don't play rock and roll

Nice boys don't play rock and roll

I'm not a nice boy!

Sweet sixteen she was fresh and clean

Wanted so bad to be part of the scene

She met the man and she did the smack

Paid the price layin' flat on her back

Wanted so bad just to please the boys

They ended up just being a toy

Played so hard burned her life away

Lies were told no promises made

You know nice boys

Don't play rock and roll

Nice boys don't play rock and roll

I'm not a nice boy and I never was!

Young and fresh when she hit town

Hot for kicks just to get around

But now she lays in a filthy room

She kills the pain with

A flick and a spoon

And in the streets the garbage lies

Protected by a million flies

You know the roaches so big

You know that they got bones

Moved in and made a tenement home

Nice boys don't play rock and roll

Nice boys they never play rock and roll

Nice boys don't play rock and roll

No,no,no,no,no,no,no,no baby

Nice boys don't play rock and roll

I bet you're mama said:

'Nice boys don't play rock and roll'

Nice boys don't play rock and roll

Nice boys they never play rock and roll

Nice boys don't play rock and roll

Nice boys!

Move To The City

(Stradlin / Weber / James)

You pack your bags,

And you move to the city.

There's somethin' missin' here at home,

You fix your hair.

And you're lookin' real pretty,

It's time to get it out on your own.

You're always fightin',

With your mama and you papa.

Your family life is one big pain!

When you, you gonna move to the city?

Into the city where it all began.

You gotta move, You gotta move,

Ma,ma,ma,ma,ma,ma,ma,ma,ma.

Time you gotta move.

You stole your mama's car,

And your daddy's plastic credit card.

You're sixteen and you can't get a job,

You're not goin' very far.

You're always ridin',

With the teachers and the police.

This life is much too insane!

When you, you gonna move to the city?

Into the city where it all began.

You gotta move, You gotta move,

Ma,ma,ma,ma,ma,ma,ma,ma,ma.

Time you gotta move,

Right to the city.

Where the real men get it,

Aw, child, ain't it a pity?

Sometimes it gets too shitty!

Come on and hit me!

You're on the streets

And it ain't so pretty

You need to get a new what you please

You do what you gotta do for the money

At times you end up on your knees!

I'm always buyin',

With the local and the junkies.

This city life is one big pain!

But you, you had to move to the city,

Into the city where it all began.

You gotta move, you gotta move,

Ma,ma,ma,ma,ma,ma,ma,ma,ma.

Time you gotta move,

Oh right to the city.

With the real nitty gritty,

Aw, child, ain't it a pity?

Sometimes it gets too shitty!

Come on and hit me!

Mama Kin

(Tyler / Perry)

(This is a song about your fucking mother)

It ain't easy livin' like a gypsy,

Tell ya, honey, how it feels.

I've been dreamin' floatin' down stream,

And losin' touch with all that's real.

Whole lotta lover, keepin' undercover,

Never knowin' where you been-Oo yeah.

You've been fadin', always out paradin',

Keep in touch with mama kin!

You always got your tail on the wag,

Spittin' fire from your mouth.

Just like a dragon,

You act like a perpetual drag.

You better check it out,

'Cause someday soon.

You'll have to climb back on the wagon.

It ain't easy livin' like you wanna,

It's so hard to find piece of mind.

Yes it is,

The way I see it.

You got to say "shee-it",

But don't forget to drop me a line.

Bald as an egg at eighteen,

And workin' for daddy's such a drag.

You still stuff your mouth,

With his beans.

You better check it out or someday soon,

You'll have to climb back on the wagon.

It ain't easy livin' like you wanna,

It's so hard to find piece of mind.

Yes it is,

The way I see it.

You got to say "shee-it",

But don't forget to drop me a line.

It ain't easy livin' like you wanna,

It's so hard to find piece of mind.

Yes it is,

The way I see it.

You got to say "shee-it",

But don't forget to drop me a line.

Bald as an egg at eighteen,

And workin' for daddy's just a drag.

You still stuff your mouth,

With his beans.

You better check it out or someday soon,

You'll have to climb back on the wagon.

It ain't easy livin' like you wanna,

It's so hard to find piece of mind.

Yes it is,

The way I see it.

You got to say "shee-it",

But don't forget to drop me a line

Patience

(Guns N' Roses)

(1,2,1,2,3,4)

Shed a tear 'cause I'm missin' you,

I'm still all right to smile.

Girl, I think about you every day now,

Was a time when I wasn't sure.

But you set my mind at ease,

There is no doubt.

You're in my heart now.

Said, woman, take it slow,

It'll work itself out fine.

All we need is just a little patience,

Said, sugar, make it slow.

And we come together fine,

All we need is just a little patience.

(Patience)

Mm, yeah

I sit here on the stairs,

'Cause I'd rather be alone.

If I can't have you right now,

I'll wait, dear.

Sometimes I get so tense,

But I can't speed up the time.

But you know, love

There's one more thing to consider.

Said woman, take it slow,

And thing's will be just fine,

You and I just use a litle patience,

Said, sugar take the time,

'Cause the lights are shinin' bright,

You and I got what it takes to make it,

We won't fake it,

Oh, never brake it,

'Cause I can't take it,

...Little patience, mm yeah, mm yeah,

Need a little patience, yeah.

Just a little patience, yeah,

Some more patience, yeah.

Need some patience, yeah,

Could use some patience, yeah.

Gotta have some patience, yeah,

All it takes is patience.

Just a little patience,

Is all you need

I've been walkin' the streets at night,

Just tryin' to get it right.

Hard to see with so many around,

You know I don't like.

Being stuck in the crowd,

And the streets don't change.

But baby the name,

I ain't got time for the game.

'Cause I need you,

Yeah, yeah, bit I need you.

Oooh, I need you,

Whoa, I need you.

Oooh, all this time

Used To Love Her

(Guns N' Roses)

I used to love her, but I had to kill her

I had to put her

Six feet under

And I can still hear her complain

I used to love her, but I had to kill her

I knew I miss her

So I had to keep her

She's buried right in my back yard

I used to love her, but I had to kill her

She bitched so much

She drove me nuts

And now I'm happier this way

I used to love her, but I had to kill her

I had to put her

Six feet under

And I can still hear her complain

You're Crazy

(Stradin'/Slash/Rose)

I've been lookin' for a trace

Lookin' for a heart

Lookin' for a lover in the world that's much to dark

You don't want my love

You want satisfaction

You don't need my love

You gotta find yourself another

Piece of the action

Said where you goin'

What you gonna do

I been lookin' evrywhere

I been lookin' for you

You don't want my love

You want satisfaction

You don't need my love

You gotta find yourself another

Piece of the action

'Cause you're crazy

You're fuckin' crazy

Ya know you're crazy

I said you're crazy

Say boy where you comin' from

Where'd ya get that point of view

When I was younger

Said I knew a motherfucker like you

And they said

You don't want my love

You want satisfaction

You don't need my love

You gotta find yourself another

Piece of the action

'Cause you're crazy

You're fuckin' crazy

You know you're crazy

I said you're crazy

Ooh you're crazy

You know you're crazy

Well you're crazy

You know you're crazy

You know you are

Bring it down

You're fuckin' crazy

One In A Million

(Guns N' Roses)

(1,2,1,2,3,4)

Guess I needed sometime to get away

I needed some piece of mind

Some piece of mind that'll stay

So I thumbed it down to Sixth and L.A.

Maybe a Greyhound could be my way

Police and Niggers, that's right

Get out of my way

Don't need to buy none of your

Gold chains today

I don't need no bracelets

Clamped in front of my back

Just need my ticket; 'til then

Won't you cut me some slack?

You're one in a million

Yeah, that's what you are

You're one in a million, babe

You're a shooting star

Maybe someday we'll see you

Before you make us cry

You know we tried to reach you

But you were much too high

Immigrants and faggots

They make no sense to me

They come to our country

And think they'll do as they please

Like start some mini Iran,

Or spread some fuckin' disease

They talk so many goddamn ways

It's all Greek to me

Well some say I'm lazy

And others say that's just me

Some say I'm crazy

I guess I'll always be

But it's been such a long time

Since I knew right from wrong

It's all the means to an end, I

I keep it movin' along

You're one in a million

You're a shooting star

You're one in a million, babe

You know that you are

Maybe someday we'll see you,

Before you make us cry

You know we tried to reach you

But you were much too high

Much too high

Radicals and Racists

Don't point your finger at me

I'm a small town white boy

Just tryin' to make ends meet

Don't need your religion

Don't watch that much T.V.

Just makin' my livin', baby

Well that's enough for me

You're one in a million

Yeah that's what you are

You're one in a million, babe

You're a shooting star

Maybe someday we'll see you

Before you make us cry

You know we tried to reach you

But you were much too high

Much too high

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2001 Documentary on 80s Hair Metal

(Just interviews, music edited out.) Interesting profile featuring interview clips with Dee Snider, Rob Halford, Phil Collen, CC DeVille, Kip Winger, Jani Lane, Slash, Bret Michaels, Richie Sambora, filmmaker Penelope Spheeris and many others. Hosted by Shannen Doherty, they talked first about the pioneers of metal in the 70s going into the early part of the decade (Led Zeppelin, AC/DC, and especially Van Halen) and how it started off in the early 80s as more underground music that edgy dudes listened to, but started going more mainstream with kids and female fans because of MTV exposure circa 1983. This unexpectedly sparked the PMRC and especially conservative religious parents of teenagers to be against it as it gained popularity. They even showed a flashback clip of this one bitch talking about her "de-metal-ing" program to get kids out of heavy metal clothes and albums. On the flip side, afterwards they covered how the rise of pop influenced mainstream metal bands like Bon Jovi, Whitesnake, Poison, Motley Crue (though they were the heaviest of the pop bands) and Def Leppard's Hysteria album made it really accessible by 1987. They also covered the heavier, louder thrash metal in contrast to the mainstream stuff, and Guns N Roses kinda bridging the gap between the two genres later on. Then finished with how the glam bands started getting overexposed which paved the way for grunge rock in 1991. After the hair bands faded, it was only the heavier bands like Metallica (that weren't trendy) who kept being popular.