Guns N' Roses lyrics
Guns N' Roses lyrics
"Back OFF Bitch lyrics"
Demon You Lily Anne lyrics
I met the demon on a summer's day Her name was Lily Anne was what she side She was standing there alone waiting for the fall So I asked her would she wait with me For the nig
Oh baby, pretty babyI met the demon on a summer's day Her name was Lily Anne was what she side She was standing there alone waiting for the fall So I asked her would she wait with me For the nig
Oh honey, you let me down honey
I ain't playin' childhood games
no more
I said it's time for me
to even the score
So stake your claim,
your claim to fame
But baby call another neme
When you feel the fire,
and taste the flame
Back off, back off bitch
Down in the gutter dyin' in the ditch
You better back off, back off bitch
Face of an angel with the love of a witch
Back off, back off bitch
Back off, back off bitch
Makin' love
Cheap heartbreaker, broken backed,
Nasty ballbreaker, stay out of my bed, outta my head
If it's lovin' you,
I'm better off dead
Back off, back off bitch
Down in the gutter dyin' in the ditch
You better back off, back off bitch
Face of an angel with the love of a
Sweet Rose lyrics
It's too bad, it's too bad It's too bad, it's too bad, baby But I gotta face reality It's too bad, it's too bad Too bad baby, yeah But I gotta face reality Today you had a
itchIt's too bad, it's too bad It's too bad, it's too bad, baby But I gotta face reality It's too bad, it's too bad Too bad baby, yeah But I gotta face reality Today you had a
Back off, back off bitch
Back off, back off bitch
Emotions ripped, gone on a binge
Life lipped, I said you're off the hinge
Tellin' lies of such fame and glory
I don't even wanna hear your story
Back off, back off bitch
Down in the gutter dyin' in the ditch
You better back off, back off bitch
Face of an angel with the love of a witch
Back off, back off
Alive lyrics
For your time its written out. Work means nothing by itself. These days are numbered, I can tell. Until the crash I'll write you down. Selection kills the old. Selection breathes on
itchFor your time its written out. Work means nothing by itself. These days are numbered, I can tell. Until the crash I'll write you down. Selection kills the old. Selection breathes on
It's such a pity that you're such a bitch
Back off, back off bitch
It's time to burn-burn the witch
Back off, back off bitch
Back off, back off bitch
Back off, back off bitch
Bitch
Bitch
Bitch
Bitch
Hey wha'd'ya think he's tryin' to say there, anyway?
I think it's something each person's s'posed to take in their own special
way
Fucking bitch