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the gun to sin
Like an angel with the dirty wings
Tainted by tastes of the soul
This is another level (I need to love)

Deep in black roses
Dateless
Guns N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up kid
Guns N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up kid
Guns N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up kid
Guns N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up
is war
Yeah n****, uh, yeah n****
Yeah n****, uh, yeah n****, uh
Yeah n****

Bust my gun all by myself
Rock cocaine all by myself
Poured propane all
the tracks
Sunburn bounce soot off the black smokestacks
Parapliers pinched up slow down the sky
Blue 'o' poured the engineer's voice
Whstlin' down low 'n
Uh, uh, uh, huh
Clipse
(Clipse)
Exclusive shit
(Exclusive shit)
Yeah, who

Guns n' roses mafia proses
Briefcase money, hot cars, and hot clothes
This
a good-timin', blue-collar, son-of-a-gun
I like monster trucks, tractor pulls, country fairs, 
Huntin' and fishin' and ice cold beer.

That's the way I'm gonna
The U.N. is right; you can't be any more "un"
Than you are right now; the U.N. is undone
Another mushroom cloud, another smoking gun
The threat is real,
you... 
We hit the House of Blues actin' like fools, my n**** Fatal, 
Put a gun inside a club, I keep his f***in' pre-nadle, 

Had to bang inside
you... 
We hit the House of Blues actin' like fools, my n**** Fatal, 
Put a gun inside a club, I keep his f***in' pre-nadle, 

Had to bang inside
window looking back at me
You held a gun
As children cried
You touched some wires
They shattered me

I was blown into a blue
There'd been nothing I
top.
(Formica top, it had a formica top).
Well, I'll tell you 'bout the widow, my good friends,
The widow was in navy blue
With a gown designed by
at 850 pounds; guns n' roses!

Get in the ring(x16)

This song is dedicated to all the guns n' fuckin' roses fans
Who stuck with us through all the fucking
We put up our tent on a dark
green knoll, outside of town by
the train tracks and a seagull dump
Topping the bill was Horse Face Ethel
and her
Woke up this mornin', (yeah)
You got yo'self a gun (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Got yo'self a gun

Yo, I'm livin' in this time behind enemy lines
So...

I got
Woke up this mornin', (yeah)
You got yo'self a gun (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Got yo'self a gun

Yo, I'm livin' in this time behind enemy lines so

I got
Been on a barbed wire highway forty days and nights 
I ain't complain'n that's my job and it suits me right 
I got a sweet soul fever rushin'
and guns I keep a gun in my whip
Nigga, me without my gat is like being in a blue Benz 
Infront'a thousand bloods with mac tens
Or a red rose infront'a
The girls are hep 'n' the men are divine
'N' everything is gin and roses
You are new to me an' I'm so happy
You can whisper and I will listen
more time

Roses are red and violets are blue you chase me and so will I
Burma shave burma burma burma shave
I bet I've seen a million rows
Of them
four-fifths
I'm into cars and guns I keep a gun in my whip
Nigga, me without my gat is like being in a blue Benz
Infront'a thousand bloods with mac tens
life today

As the free-fall advances
I'm the moron who dances
Ah
I was teething on roses
I was in guns and noses
Ah

Under the withering white skies
the b**** up put the gangsta twist on
Her sunny southern cal it never snows
N****s yellin' ha's and ho's we dumpin' out of 64's
When it comes to the gun
more time

Roses are red and violets are blue you chase me and so will I
Burma Shave Burma Burma Burma Shave
I bet I've seen a million rows
of them
was Guns 'n Roses
I blast the sound, you check the sound
You got to be down, you got to be down and be like Charlie Brown
Saying good grief

Good
none, find my gun
Got beef with this n**** with hits and s***
Chips and s***, run around here switchin' s***

Tellin' people don't play that, you