Skid Row
Single • 1995
What was it you once said That there would be things in life that couldn't be Not for a second did I believe you Not for a minute did I believe that Within your need you lie alone This empty space you call your home (chorus) If you just let me in I wouldn't let you break down I'm breakin' down As if you thought the rain could wash away the day And could heal you Not for a second did I believe it Not for a minute did I believe that Within your need you lie alone This empty space you call your home (repeat chorus 2x) What was it you once said That there would be things in life that couldn't be Not for a second did I believe you Not for a minute did I believe that (repeat chorus 2x)
Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025
Sailing ships go through my mind Past wreckage on the way Glory seekers fall in line Getting closer Summer laugh, some will cry What will summer bring! Some will take her by the reins And ride the suffering (bridge) On a carousel through my yesterdays Doubt sees the obstacles Faith sees the way (repeat 2x) (chorus) All the ways you kill me They've begun to thrill me Nothing there fulfills my firesign Brotherhood betrayal, Sabotage to no avail Nothing there can kill my firesign Beaten, burned, I'll take the fall And get up right in your face Walk all over what I believe But I'm still here, you disappear Without a trace No need to follow, no need to lead No need to beg or borrow I just need to be me (repeat bridge 2x) (repeat chorus 2x)
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025
You got me forced to crack my lids in two I'm still stuck inside this rubber room I gotta punch the clock that leads the blind I'm just another gear in the assembly line - oh no The noose gets tighter around my throat But I ain't at the end of my rope 'cause I won't be the one left behind Can't be king of the world If you're slave to the grind Tear down the rat racial slime Can't be king of the world If you're slave to the grind Get it? A routine injection, a lethal dose But my day in the sun ain't even close There's no need to waste your prayers on me You better mark my words 'cause I'm history Yes indeed You might beg for mercy to get by But I'd rather tear this thorn from my side I won't be the one left behind Can't be king of the world If you're slave to the grind Tear down the rat racial slime Can't be king of the world If you're slave to the grind They swallowed their daggers by turning their trick They tore my intentions apart brick by brick I'm sick of the jive You talk verbal insecticide They swallowed their daggers by turning their trick They tore my intentions apart brick by brick I'm sick of the jive You talk verbal insecticide I won't be the one left behind Can't be king of the world If you're slave to the grind Tear down the rat racial slime Can't be king of the world If you're slave to the grind I said slave to the grind Slave to the grind Slave to the grind
Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025
Outside my window there's a Whole lot of trouble comin' The cartoon killers and the Rag cover clones Stack heels kickin' rhythm Of social circumcision Can't close the closet on Shoe box full of bones Kangaroo lady with her bourbon in a pouch Can't afford the rental on a bamboo couch Collecting back her favors 'cause her well is running dry I know her act is terminal, But she ain't gonna die Slim intoxicado drinkin' dime store hooch Is always in a circle with his part-time pooch Little creepy's playing dollies in the New York rain Thinkin' Bowie's just a knife Ooh the pain I ain't seen the sun since I don't know when The freaks come out at nine And it's twenty to ten What's this funk That you call junk To me it's just monkey business Blind man in the vox that will probably die The village kids laugh as they walk by A psycho is on the edge of this human garbage dump And the vultures in the sewers are telling Him to jump Into the fire from the frying pan Tripping on his tongue For a cool place to stand Where's this shade That you've got it made To me it's just monkey business Monkey business Slippin' on the track Monkey business Jungle in black Ain't your business if I got No monkey on my back Monkey business Slippin' on the track Monkey business Jungle in black Ain't your business if I got Monkey's on my back The vaseline gypsies and silicone souls Dressed to the society Hypocrite heartbeat and cheap alibis Can't get you by that monkey
Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025
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