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Skid Row Forty Seasons The Best Of Skid Row

the wild one" He married trouble and had a courtship with a gun Bang bang shoot 'em up, the party never ends You can't think of dying when the bottle's your best

3-piece Wall Street smile And son you'll look just like me I said "Hey man" There's something that you outta know Park Avenue leads to Skid Row Well

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

Well, 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

Check out Clementine Cleanin' needles in her wine Your face down in her one-eyed world With her brain-dead valentine She'll be your zombie, your livin

Slowly I heal the love that's found it's way Onto another path in times of change Crossing a bridge unknown Hoping our strength will hold Should they

Well I've been convicted with and without reason Tarred and feathered like a piper on a killing spree And felt the anger of generations And been the target

As I stare into the fire All my thoughts go up in flames Here I stare into the fire And I'll be waiting on the rain The box I keep myself in closes out