Makin' a Mess Lyrics - Skid Row

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Credits
publisher: ©BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC
writers: David Michael Sabo, Rachel Bolan Southworth
release date: 1989-1-24
genres: Rock Blues
styles: Heavy Metal/Hard Rock/Glam
length: 3:39
producer: Michael Wagener
lead vocals: Sebastian Bach
mixer: Michael Wagener
engineer: Michael Wagener
background vocals: Rachel Bolan, Scotti Hill and Dave “The Snake” Sabo
guitar: Scotti Hill and Dave “The Snake” Sabo
additional engineer: Dave Kent
drums (drum set): Rob Affuso
bass guitar: Rachel Bolan
composer: Sebastian Bach, Dave “The Snake” Sabo, Rachel Bolan
T-bone Billy just a singin' the blues
Caught his lady with another man
Lit up a smoke and did some talkin'
With the back of his hand

She started shakin', started losing her mind
But he was kicking back and playing it cool
Signed her walkin' papers took the 5:15 to Kalamazoo

Sing for your supper nobody rides for free
Eat your heart out I'll send it C.O.D.

One, two baby what you do
Three, four let me show you the door
You're better off dead than makin' a mess of me
Five, six take your last licks
Seven, eight let me give it to you straight
You're better off dead than makin' a mess of me

Now Billy boy's out havin' a ball playin' fiddle at the local bar
Dark shades, cool kicks, he's Hollywood Blvd.
Slick daddy with his fat cigar sayin': "Sign upon the dotted line!"
He shook his head and said: "All I need is that fiddle of mine!"

Sing for your supper nobody rides for free
Take your big time, I'll take care of me

One, two baby what you do
Three, four let me show you the door
You're better off dead than makin' a mess of me
Five, six take your last licks
Seven, eight let me give it to you straight
You're better off dead than makin' a mess of me

When trouble come knockin'
Billy keeps a rockin' like this

Sing for your supper nobody rides for free
Eat your heart out I'll send it C.O.D.

One, two baby what you do
Three, four let me show you the door
You're better off dead than makin' a mess of me
Five, six take your last licks
Seven, eight let me give it to you straight
You're better off dead than makin' a mess of me

One, two baby what you do
Three, four let me show you the door
You're better off dead than makin' a mess of me
Five, six - (lick it!)
You're better off dead than makin' a mess of me



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Tracklist
CD 1
  • 1 Big Guns
  • 2 Sweet Little Sister
  • 3 Can't Stand the Heartache
  • 4 Piece of Me
  • 5 18 and Life
  • 6 Rattlesnake Shake
  • 7 Youth Gone Wild
  • 8 Here I Am
  • 9 Makin' a Mess
  • 10 I Remember You
  • 11 Midnight / Tornado