G N’ R Lies Album

Artist(s): Guns N’ Roses

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Guns N’ Roses G N’ R Lies Cover Art

Tracklist

Reckless Life

length: 3:21
producer: Guns N’ Roses
lead vocals: Axl Rose
mixer: Alan Niven and Hanspeter Huber
electric guitar: Slash and Izzy Stradlin
recording engineer: Hanspeter Huber
electric bass guitar: Duff McKagan
drums (drum set): Steven Adler
writer: Chris Weber, Axl Rose, Izzy Stradlin, Slash

I'm reckless and feelin' no pain
You know I've got no need to control
Livin' with the danger
I'm always on the edge now
With million dollar visions that I hold
Livin' like this never ever
Tore my life apart
I know how to maintain
And you know I know my part

On a holiday, a permanent vacation
I'm living on a cigarette with wine
I'm never alone 'cause I've got myself
Yes, I imitate myself all of the time

Livin' like this never ever
Tore my life apart
I know how to maintain
Cause it's comin' from my heart

I lead a reckless life
And I don't need your advice
I lead a reckless life
And you know it's my only vice

Reckless life
I lead a reckless life
I lead a reckless life
And you know it's my only

Reckless life
I lead a reckless life
I lead a reckless life
And you know it's my only
Hey, hey, yeah!

Nice Boys

length: 3:03
producer: Guns N’ Roses
lead vocals: Axl Rose
mixer: Alan Niven and Hanspeter Huber
electric guitar: Slash and Izzy Stradlin
recording engineer: Hanspeter Huber
electric bass guitar: Duff McKagan
drums (drum set): Steven Adler
writer: Angry Anderson, Geordie Leach, Mick Cocks, Peter Wells, Dallas "Digger" Royall
She hit town like a rose in bloom
Smellin' sweet, said sweet perfume
The color faded and the petals died
Down in the city, no one cried
In the streets, the garbage lies
Protected by a million flies
The roaches so big
You know that they got bones
They moved in and made a tenement home

I said nice boys
Don't play rock and roll
Nice boys don't play rock and roll
I'm not a nice boy!

Sweet sixteen she was fresh and clean
Wanted so bad to be part of the scene
She met the man and she did the smack
Paid the price layin' flat on her back
Wanted so bad just to please the boys
They ended up just being a toy
Played so hard burned her life away
Lies were told no promises made

You know nice boys
Don't play rock and roll
Nice boys don't play rock and roll
I'm not a nice boy and I never was!

Young and fresh when she hit town
Hot for kicks just to get around
But now she lays in a filthy room
She kills the pain with
A flick and a spoon
And in the streets the garbage lies
Protected by a million flies
You know the roaches so big
You know that they got bones
Moved in and made a tenement home

Nice boys don't play rock and roll
Nice boys don't play rock and roll
Nice boys don't play rock and roll
Nice boys don't play rock and roll
Nice boys don't play rock and roll
No,no,no,no,no,no,no,no baby
Nice boys don't play rock and roll
Nice boys don't play rock and roll
I bet you mama said
'Nice boys don't play rock and roll'
Nice boys don't play rock and roll
Nice boys don't play rock and roll
Nice boys don't play rock and roll
Nice boys don't play rock and roll
Nice boys!

Move to the City

length: 3:43
producer: Guns N’ Roses
lead vocals: Axl Rose
mixer: Alan Niven and Hanspeter Huber
electric guitar: Slash and Izzy Stradlin
recording engineer: Hanspeter Huber
electric bass guitar: Duff McKagan
saxophone: Leif Cole
trombone: Matthew McKagan
drums (drum set): Steven Adler
writer: Axl Rose, Slash, Steven Adler, Chris Weber, Duff McKagan, Izzy Stradlin
You pack your bags
And you move to the city
There's somethin' missin' here at home
You fix your hair
And you're lookin' real pretty
It's time to get it out on your own
You're always fightin'
With your mama and you papa
Your family life is one big pain!
When you, you gonna move to the city?
Into the city where it all began

You gotta move, You gotta move
Ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma
Time you gotta move

You stole your mama's car
And your daddy's plastic credit card
You're sixteen and you can't get a job
You're not goin' very far
You're always ridin'
With the teachers and the police
This life is much too insane!
When you, you gonna move to the city?
Into the city where it all began

You gotta move, You gotta move
Ma,ma,ma,ma,ma,ma,ma,ma,ma
Time you gotta move
Right to the city
Where the real men get it
Aw, child, ain't it a pity?
Sometimes it gets too shitty!
Come on and hit me!

You're on the streets
And it ain't so pretty
You need to get a new what you please
You do what you gotta do for the money
At times you end up on your knees!

I'm always buyin'
With the local and the junkies
This city life is one big pain!
But you, you had to move to the city
Into the city where it all began

You gotta move, You gotta move
Ma,ma,ma,ma,ma,ma,ma,ma,ma
Time you gotta move
Oh right to the city
With the real nitty gritty
Aw, child, ain't it a pity?
Sometimes it gets too shitty!
Come on and hit me!

Mama Kin

length: 3:58
producer: Guns N’ Roses
lead vocals: Axl Rose
electric guitar: Slash and Izzy Stradlin
electric bass guitar: Duff McKagan
drums (drum set): Steven Adler
composer: Steven Tyler
lyricist: Steven Tyler
It ain't easy livin' like a gypsy
Tell ya, honey, how it feels
I've been dreamin' floatin' down stream
And losin' touch with all that's real
Whole lotta lover, keepin' undercover
Never knowin' where you been-Oo yeah
You've been fadin', always out paradin'
Keep in touch with mama kin!

You always got your tail on the wag
Spittin' fire from your mouth
Just like a dragon
You act like a perpetual drag
You better check it out
'Cause someday soon
You'll have to climb back on the wagon

It ain't easy livin' like you want to
It's so hard to find piece of mind
Yes it is
The way I see it
You got to say 'shee-it'
But don't forget to drop me a line

Bald as an egg at eighteen
And workin' for daddy's such a drag
You still stuff your mouth
With his beans
You better check it out or someday soon
You'll have to climb back on the wagon

Keep in touch with mama kin
Tell her where you gone and been
Livin' out your fantasy
Sleepin' late and smokin' tea
Keep in touch with mama kin
Tell her where you gone and been
Livin' out your fantasy
Sleepin' late and suckin' me, oh no

It ain't easy livin' like you want to
It's so hard to find piece of mind
Yes it is
The way I see it
You got to say 'shee-it'
But don't forget to drop me a line

Bald as an egg at eighteen
And workin' for daddy's just a drag
You still stuff your mouth
With his beans
You better check it out or someday soon
You'll have to climb back on the wagon

Keep in touch with mama kin
Tell her where you gone and been
Livin' out your fantasy
Sleepin' late and smokin' tea
Keep in touch with mama kin
Tell her where you gone and been
Livin' out your fantasy
Sleepin' late and suckin' me
Ohh, ow, ow, ow, yeah! -ow

Patience

length: 5:56
producer: Mike Clink
mixer: Mike Clink
engineer: Allen Abrahamson, Mike Clink and Micajah Ryan
arranger: Guns N’ Roses
writer: Axl Rose, Izzy Stradlin, Slash, Duff McKagan, Steven Adler
One, two, one, two, three, four

Shed a tear 'cause I'm missin' you
I'm still alright to smile
Girl, I think about you every day now
Was a time when I wasn't sure
But you set my mind at ease
There is no doubt you're in my heart now

Said woman take it slow, and it'll work itself out fine
All we need is just a little patience
Said sugar make it slow and we'll come together fine
All we need is just a little patience (Patience)
Mm, yeah

I sit here on the stairs
'Cause I'd rather be alone
If I can't have you right now, I'll wait dear
Sometimes I get so tense but I can't speed up the time
But you know love there's one more thing to consider

Said woman take it slow and things will be just fine
You and I'll just use a little patience
Said sugar take the time 'cause the lights are shining bright
You and I've got what it takes to make it
We won't fake it, I'll never break it
'Cause I can't take it

Little patience, mm yeah, mm yeah
Need a little patience, yeah
Just a little patience, yeah
Some more patience, yeah (I've been walking the streets at night, just trying to get it right)
A little patience, yeah (Its hard to see with so many around
You know I don't like being stuck in the crowd)
Could use some patience, yeah (And the streets don't change but maybe the names)
(I ain't got time for the game 'cause I need you)
Gotta have more patience, yeah (Yeah, yeah but I need you)
All need some patience (Ooh I need you, whoa I need you)
Just a little patience is all you need (Ooh, this time, ah)

Used to Love Her

length: 3:13
producer: Mike Clink
mixer: Mike Clink
engineer: Allen Abrahamson, Ron DaSilva and Mike Clink
arranger: Guns N’ Roses
percussion: Ray Grden, Axl Rose, Rick Richards, West Arkeen, Howard Teman and Izzy Stradlin
writer: Axl Rose, Duff McKagan, Izzy Stradlin, Slash, Steven Adler
I used to love her, but I had to kill her
I used to love her, but I had to kill her
I had to put her, six feet under, and I can still hear her complain

I used to love her, but I had to kill her
I used to love her, but I had to kill her
I knew I'd miss her, so I had to keep her
She's buried right in my back yard

I used to love her, but I had to kill her
I used to love her, but I had to kill her
She *****ed so much. She drove me nuts, and now I'm happier this way
I used to love her, but I had to kill her, and I can still hear her complain

You’re Crazy

length: 4:11
producer: Mike Clink
arranger: Guns N’ Roses
writer: Steven Adler, Izzy Stradlin, Duff McKagan, Axl Rose, Slash
Ow!
I've been lookin' for a trace
Lookin' for a heart
Lookin' for a lover in a world
That's much too dark
Because you don't want my love, no, no
You want to sati-satisfaction
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, ow!
You don't need my love
You got to find yourself another
Another piece, another piece of the action
Yeah, ow yeah, look out

Say where ya goin' What you gonna do?
I been lookin' everywhere said I
I been lookin' for you
Because you don't want my love, no, no
You want to sati-satisfaction
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
You don't need my love
You got to find yourself another
Another piece, another piece
Of the action

You're crazy, hey, hey
You know you're crazy, oh my!
You're ****in' crazy, oh child
You know you're crazy
Ay,ay,ay,ay,ay,ay,ah,ah,ah,oooh, yeah!
Woh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh na,no,na,no,na,no,na,no,na,no,no,no
No,no,no,no,no,no,no,no,no,no,no,no,no
No,no,no, no, no, no, no,no,no,no,no,no
No,no,no! Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, ow! Woooaaah, hayow!

Say, boy, where ya comin' from?
Where'd ya get that point of view?
When I was younger
I knew a ************ like you
And she said
'You don't need my love
You want to sati-satisfaction'
***** you don't need my love
You've got to find yourself another
Another piece, another piece
Of the action

You're crazy, hey, hey
You know you're crazy, oh my!
You're ****in' crazy, oh child
You know you're crazy, Ay, ay, ay, ay
You know you're crazy, Hey, hey
You're ****in' crazy, Oh child
You know you're crazy, Ay, ay, ay, ay
You're ****in' crazy, yeah
You know you are!
Bring it down!
You're ****in' crazy!

One in a Million

length: 6:09
producer: Mike Clink
arranger: Guns N’ Roses
writer: Steven Adler, Duff McKagan, Axl Rose, Slash, Izzy Stradlin
Yes I needed some time to get away
I needed some peace of mind
Some peace of mind that'll stay
So I thumbed it, now it's six in L.A.
Maybe a greyhound could be my way

Police and ******s, that's right
Get outta my way
Don't need to buy none of your
Gold chains today
Now don't need no bracelets
Clamped in front of my back
Just need my ticket 'till then
Won't you cut me some slack

You're one in a million
Yeah that's what you are
You're one in a million babe
You're a shooting star
Maybe some day we'll see you
Before you make us cry
You know we tried to reach you
But you were much to high.
Much too high...
Much too high...
Much too high...

Immigrants and fagots
They make no sense to me
They come to our country
And think they'll do as they please
Like start some mini-Iran
Or spread some ****ing disease
And they talk so many God damn ways
It's all Greek to me

Well some say I'm lazy
And others say that's just me
Some say I'm crazy
I guess I'll always be
But it's been such a long time
Since I knew right from wrong
It's all the means to and end I'm
I keep it moving along
Hey, hey, hey, yeah

You're one in a million
You're a shooting star
You're one in a million babe
You know that you are
Maybe some day we'll see you
Before you make us cry
You know we tried to reach you
But you were much to high
Much too high
Much too high

Radicals and racists
Don't point your finger at me
I'm a small town white boy
Just tryin' to make ends meet
Don't need your religion
Don't watch that much TV
Just makin' my livin' baby
Well that's enough for me

You're one in a million
Yeah that's what you are
You're one in a million babe
You're a shooting star
Maybe some day we'll see you
Before you make us cry
You know we tried to reach you
But you were much too high
Much too high
Much too high