Use Your Illusion II Album

Artist(s): Guns N’ Roses

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Guns N’ Roses Use Your Illusion II Cover Art

Tracklist

Civil War

length: 7:42
producer: Guns N’ Roses and Mike Clink
mixer: Bill Price
engineer: Mike Clink
background vocals: Duff McKagan and Dizzy Reed
bass: Duff McKagan
drums (drum set): Steven Adler
piano: Dizzy Reed
acoustic guitar: Slash
electric guitar: Slash
vocal: Axl Rose
writer: Duff McKagan, Axl Rose, Slash

Look at your young men fighting
Look at your women crying
Look at your young men dying
The way they've always done before

Look at the hate we're breeding
Look at the fear we're feeding
Look at the lives we're leading
The way we've always done before

My hands are tied
The billions shift from side to side
And the wars go on with brainwashed pride
For the love of God and our human rights
And all these things are swept aside
By bloody hands time can't deny
And are washed away by your genocide
And history hides the lies of our civil wars

D'you wear a black armband
When they shot the man
Who said "peace could last forever"
And in my first memories
They shot Kennedy
I went numb when I learned to see
So I never fell for Vietnam
We got the wall of D.C. to remind us all
That you can't trust freedom
When it's not in your hands
When everybody's fightin'
For their promised land
And

I don't need your civil war
It feeds the rich while it buries the poor
Your power hungry sellin' soldiers
In a human grocery store
Ain't that fresh
I don't need your civil war
Ow, oh no, no, no, no, no

Look at the shoes you're filling
Look at the blood we're spilling
Look at the world we're killing
The way we've always done before
Look in the doubt we've wallowed
Look at the leaders we've followed
Look at the lies we've swallowed
And I don't want to hear no more

My hands are tied
For all I've seen has changed my mind
But still the wars go on as the years go by
With no love of God or human rights
'Cause all these dreams are swept aside
By bloody hands of the hypnotized
Who carry the cross of homicide
And history bears the scars of our civil wars

I don't need your civil war
It feeds the rich while it buries the poor
Your power hungry sellin' soldiers
In a human grocery store
Ain't that fresh
I don't need your civil war
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
I don't need your civil war
I don't need your civil war
Your power hungry sellin' soldiers
In a human grocery store
Ain't that fresh
I don't need your civil war
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no uh-oh-uh, no uh-oh, uh no
I don't need one more war

I don't need one more war
No, no, no, no uh-oh-uh, no uh-oh, uh no
Whaz so civil 'bout war anyway?

14 Years

length: 4:22
producer: Guns N’ Roses and Mike Clink
mixer: Bill Price
engineer: Mike Clink
background vocals: Axl Rose
bass: Duff McKagan
drums (drum set): Matt Sorum
organ: Dizzy Reed
piano: Axl Rose
vocal: Izzy Stradlin
guitar: Slash and Izzy Stradlin
writer: Izzy Stradlin, Axl Rose
I try and feel the sunshine
You bring the rain
You try and hold me down
With your complaints
You cry and moan and complain
You whine an tear
Up to my neck in sorrow
The touch you bring
You just don't step inside to 14 years
So hard to keep my own head...that's what I say
You know...I've been the beggar...
I've played the thief
I was the dog...they all tried to beat

But it's been
Fourteen years of silence
It's been
Fourteen years of pain
It's been
Fourteen years that are gone forever
And I'll never have again

Your stupid girlfriends tell you
That I'm to blame
Well - they're all used-up has-beens
Out of the game
This time I'll have the last word
You hear what I say
I tried to see it your way
It won't work today
You don't just step inside to 14 years
So hard to keep my own head...that's what I say
You know...I've been the dealer...hangin' on your street
I was the dog...they all tried to beat

But it's been
Fourteen years of silence
It's been
Fourteen years of pain
It's been
Fourteen years that are gone forever
And I'll never have again

Bullshit and contemplation
Gossip's their trade
If they knew half the real truth
What would they say
Well I'm past the point of concern
It's time to play
These last four years of madness
Sure put me straight
You don't get back fourteen years
In just one day
So hard to keep my own head
Just go away
You know...just like a hooker she said
Nothin's for free
Oh I tried to see it your way
I tried to see it your way

Yesterdays

length: 3:17
producer: Mike Clink and Guns N’ Roses
mixer: Bill Price
engineer: Mike Clink
bass: Duff McKagan
drums (drum set): Matt Sorum
organ: Dizzy Reed
piano: Axl Rose
electric guitar: Slash and Izzy Stradlin
vocal: Axl Rose
writer: West Arkeen, Axl Rose, Del James, Billy McCloud
Yesterday, there was so many things
I was never told
Now that I'm startin' to learn
I feel I'm growin' old

'Cause yesterday's got nothin' for me
Old pictures that I'll always see
Time just fades the pages
In my book of memories
Prayers in my pocket
And no hand in destiny
I'll keep on movin' along
With no time to plant my feet

'Cause yesterday's got nothin' for me
Old pictures that I'll always see
Some things could be better
If we'd all just let them be

Yesterday's got nothin' for me
Yesterday's got nothin' for me
Got nothin' for me

Yesterday there were so many things
I was never shown
Suddenly this time I found
I'm on the streets and I'm all alone

Yesterday's got nothin' for me
Old pictures that I'll always see
I ain't got time to reminisce old novelties

Yesterday's got nothin' for me
Yesterday's got nothin' for me
Yesterday's got nothin' for me
Yesterday

Yesterday

Knockin’ on Heaven’s Door

length: 5:37
producer: Mike Clink and Guns N’ Roses
mixer: Bill Price
engineer: Mike Clink
background vocals: The Waters and Axl Rose
bass: Duff McKagan
drums (drum set): Matt Sorum
electric guitar: Slash and Izzy Stradlin
vocal: Axl Rose
composer: Bob Dylan
lyricist: Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan
Mama take this badge from me
I can't use it anymore
It's getting dark too dark to see
Feels like I'm knockin' on heaven's door

Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door

Mama put my guns in the ground
I can't shoot them anymore
That cold black cloud is comin' down
Feels like I'm knockin' on heaven's door

Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door

"You just better start sniffin' your own rank subjugation jack
'Cause it's just you against your tattered libido,
The bank and the mortician,
Forever man and it wouldn't be luck if you could get out of life alive"

Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door

Get in the Ring

length: 5:42
producer: Mike Clink and Guns N’ Roses
mixer: Bill Price
engineer: Mike Clink
background vocals: Duff McKagan
bass: Duff McKagan
drums (drum set): Matt Sorum
piano: Dizzy Reed
electric guitar: Slash and Izzy Stradlin
vocal: Axl Rose
writer: Axl Rose, Duff McKagan, Slash
Why do you look at me when you hate me?
Why should I look at you when you make me hate you too?
I sense a smell of retribution in the air
I don't even understand why the **** you even care
And I don't need your jealousy yeah
Why drag me down in your misery

And when you stare you don't think I feel it
But I'm gonna deal it back to you in spades
When I'm havin' fun ya know I can't conceal it
'cause I know you'd never cut in my game, oh no
And when you're talkin' about a vasectomy, yeah
I'll be writin' down your obituary...history!

You got your *****es with the silicone injections
Crystal meth and yeast infections
Bleached blond hair, collagen lip projections
Who are you to criticize my intentions?
Got your subtle manipulative devices
Just like you I got my vices
I got a thought that would be nice
I'd like to crush your head tight in my vice...pain!!

And that goes for all of you punks in the press
That want to start **** by printin' lies instead of the things we said
That means you andy secher at hit parader, circus magazine
Mick wall at kerrang, bob guccione jr. at spin
What you pissed off 'cause your dad gets more ***** than you?
**** you! suck my ****in' ****!

You be rippin' off the ****in' kids
While they be payin' their hard earned money to read about the bands they want to know about
Printin' lies, startin' controversy
You want to antagonize me? antagonize me ************!
Get in the ring ************! and I'll kick your *****y little ***! punk!!

I don't like you, I just hate you
I'm gonna kick your ***, oh yeah! oh yeah!

You may not like our integrity yeah
We built a world out of anarchy oh yeah!

And in this corner, weighing in at 850 pounds; guns n' roses!

Get in the ring(x16)

This song is dedicated to all the guns n' ****in' roses fans
Who stuck with us through all the ****ing ****
And to all those opposed...hmm...well...

Shotgun Blues

length: 3:23
producer: Mike Clink and Guns N’ Roses
mixer: Bill Price
engineer: Mike Clink
background vocals: Duff McKagan and Izzy Stradlin
bass: Duff McKagan
drums (drum set): Matt Sorum
electric guitar: Slash and Axl Rose
vocal: Axl Rose
composer: Axl Rose
lyricist: Axl Rose
I got the shotgun blues
Shotgun blues
I said I don't know what I did
But I know I gotta move
I got the shotgun blues
Shotgun blues
I can't wait here forever
I got too much here to lose

An now you're blowin' smoke
I think you're one big joke
Me...I gotta lot to learn
An I'm still waitin' for the heads to turn
You say I walk a line
**** they move it every time
You walk a mile in my shoes
And then you tell me 'bout singin' the blues
You get what you pay for
An freedom's real high priced
An while your rippin' off children
Somebody's ****in' your wife
It's never made a difference
It's only how you survive

I got the shotgun blues
Shotgun blues
I said I don't know what I did
But I know I gotta move
I got the shotgun blues
Shotgun blues
I can't wait here forever
I got too much here to lose
An now you ask me why
I said it's do or die
I'll stick it right in your face
And then I'll put you in your **********in' place
And you...you can suck my ***
An I think it's so low class
Me...I'm just so concerned
I'm still waitin' for your *** to burn
Ooooh you want a confrontation
I'll give you every ****in' chance
With your verbal masturbation
Me...I just like to dance
How's that for provocation
I'm just makin' a stance
An I'm tired of the frustration
Of livin' inside of your lies
And I'm wired on indignation
I said somebody's got to die

I got the shotgun blues
Shotgun blues
I said I don't know what I did
But I know I gotta move
I got the shotgun blues
Shotgun blues
I can't stay here forever
I got too much here to lose
I got the shotgun blues
Shotgun blues
Listen ************
You're about to pay your dues
I got the shotgun blues
Shotgun blues
If you're goin' up against me
Then you know you're gonna lose
I know
I know (there's ways- that we- can find)
I know
I know

You think anyone with an I.Q. over fifteen
Would believe your ****...****head
Nothin' but a ****in' *****

Breakdown

length: 7:05
producer: Mike Clink and Guns N’ Roses
mixer: Bill Price
engineer: Mike Clink
bass: Duff McKagan
drums (drum set): Matt Sorum
piano: Axl Rose
acoustic guitar: Izzy Stradlin
electric guitar: Slash
vocal: Axl Rose
banjo: Slash
composer: Axl Rose
lyricist: Axl Rose
We all come in from the cold
We come down from the wire
An everybody warms themselves
To a different fire
When sometimes we get burned
You'd think sometime we'd learn
The one you love is the one
That should take you higher
You ain't got no one
You better go back out and find her

Just like children hidin' in a closet
Can't tell what's goin' on outside
Sometimes we're so far off the beaten track
We'll get taken for a ride
By a parlor trick or some words of wit
A hidden hand up a sleeve
To think the one you love
Could hurt you now
Is a little hard to believe
But everybody darlin' sometimes
Bites the hand that feeds

When I look around
Everybody always brings me down
Well is it them or me
Well I just can't see
But there ain't no peace to found
But if someone really cared
Well they'd take the time to spare
A moment to try and understand
Another one's despair
Remember in this game we call life
That no one said it's fair

Breakdown
Let me hear it now
Breakdown
Let me hear it now
Yeah
Breakdown
Let me hear it now
Breakdown
Let me hear it now
Get down with yo' bad self
Alright

I've come to know the cold
I think of it as home
When there ain't enough of me
To go around
I'd rather be left alone
But if I call you out of habit
I'm out of love and I gotta have it
Would you give it to me
If I fit you needs
Like when we both knew we had it
But now the damage's done
And we're back out on the run
Fun how ev'rything was roses
When we held on to the guns
Just because you're winnin'
Don't mean you're the lucky ones

Breakdown
Let me hear it now
Breakdown
Yeah
Breakdown
Breakdown
Let me hear it now

There goes the Challenger being chased
By the blue blue meanies on wheels
The vicious traffic squad cars are
After our lone driver
The last American hero
The the electric sitar
The demi-god
The super driver of the golden west!
Two nasty nazi cars are close behind
The beautiful lone driver
The police cars are getting closer-closer
Closer to our soul hero in his soul mobile yeah baby!
They about to strike, they gonna get him, smash! rape!
The last beautiful free soul on this planet

But it is written if the evil spirit
Arms the tiger with claws
Brahman provided wings for the dove
Thus spake the super guru"
"Did you hear that"

Pretty Tied Up (The Perils of Rock N’ Roll Decadence)

length: 4:48
producer: Mike Clink and Guns N’ Roses
mixer: Bill Price
engineer: Mike Clink
bass: Duff McKagan
drums (drum set): Matt Sorum
piano: Dizzy Reed
electric guitar: Slash and Izzy Stradlin
vocal: Axl Rose
sitar: Izzy Stradlin
composer: Izzy Stradlin
lyricist: Izzy Stradlin

Locomotive (Complicity)

length: 8:43
producer: Mike Clink and Guns N’ Roses
mixer: Bill Price
engineer: Mike Clink
bass: Duff McKagan
drums (drum set): Matt Sorum
percussion: Duff McKagan and Matt Sorum
piano: Dizzy Reed
electric guitar: Slash
vocal: Axl Rose
writer: Axl Rose, Slash

So Fine

length: 4:07
producer: Mike Clink and Guns N’ Roses
mixer: Bill Price
engineer: Mike Clink
background vocals: Matt Sorum
bass: Duff McKagan
drums (drum set): Matt Sorum
percussion: Matt Sorum
piano: Howard Teman
electric guitar: Slash and Izzy Stradlin
vocal: Axl Rose and Duff McKagan
composer: Duff McKagan
lyricist: Duff McKagan
dedication: Johnny Thunders
How could she look so fine
How could it be she might be mine
How could she be so cool
I've been taken for a fool
So many times

It's a story of a man
Who works as hard as he can
Just to be a man who stands on his own
But the book always burns
As the story takes it turn
An leaves a broken man

How could she be so cool
How could she be so fine

I owe a favor to a friend
My friends, they always come through for me Yeah

It's a story of a man
Who works as hard as he can
Just to be a man who stands on his own
But the book always burns
As the story takes it turn
An leaves a broken man

If you could only live my life
You could see the difference you make to me
To me I'd look right up at night
And all I'd see was darkness
Now I see the stars alright
I want to reach right up and grab one for you
When the lights went down in your house
Yeah that made me happy
The sweat I make for you Yeah...
I think you know where that comes from

Well I'd look right up at night
And all I'd see was darkness
Now I see the stars alright
I want to reach right up and grab one for you
When the lights went down in your house
Yeah that made me happy
The sweat I make for you
I think you know where that comes from (2×)

How could she look so good (So good)
How could she be so fine
How could she be so cool
How could it be she might be mine

Estranged

length: 9:24
producer: Mike Clink and Guns N’ Roses
mixer: Bill Price
engineer: Mike Clink
bass: Duff McKagan
drums (drum set): Matt Sorum
piano: Axl Rose
electric guitar: Slash and Izzy Stradlin
vocal: Axl Rose
composer: Axl Rose
lyricist: Axl Rose
When you're talkin' to yourself
And nobody's home
You can fool yourself
You came in this world alone
(Alone)

So nobody ever told you baby
How it was gonna be
So what'll happen to you baby
Guess we'll have to wait and see
One, two

Old at heart but I'm only twenty eight
And I'm much too young
To let love break my heart
Young at heart but it's getting much too late
To find ourselves so far apart

I don't know how you're s'posed to find me lately
An what more could you ask from me
How could you say that I never needed you
When you took everything
Said you took everything from me

Young at heart an it gets so hard to wait
When no one I know can seem to help me now
Old at heart but I musn't hesitate
If I'm to find my own way out

Still talkin' to myself
And nobody's home
(Alone)

So nobody ever told us baby
How it was gonna be
So what'll happen to us baby
Guess we'll have to wait and see

When I find out all the reasons
Maybe I'll find another way
Find another day
With all the changing seasons of my life
Maybe I'll get it right next time
An now that you've been broken down
Got your head out of the clouds
You're back down on the ground

And you don't talk so loud
An you don't walk so proud
Any more, and what for

Well I jumped into the river
Too many times to make it home
I'm out here on my own, an drifting all alone
If it doesn't show give it time
To read between the lines

'Cause I see the storm getting closer
And the waves they get so high
Seems everything we've ever known's here
Why must it drift away and die

I'll never find anyone to replace you
Guess I'll have to make it through, this time - oh this time
Without you
I knew the storm was getting closer
And all my friends said I was high
But everything we've ever known's here
I never wanted it to die

You Could Be Mine

length: 5:44
producer: Guns N’ Roses and Mike Clink
mixer: Bill Price
engineer: Mike Clink
background vocals: Izzy Stradlin and Duff McKagan
bass: Duff McKagan
drums (drum set): Matt Sorum
electric guitar: Slash and Izzy Stradlin
vocal: Axl Rose
writer: Izzy Stradlin, Axl Rose
I'm a cold heartbreaker
Fit ta burn and I'll rip your heart in two
And I'll leave you lyin' on the bed
I'll be out the door before you wake
It's nuthin' new to you
'Cause I think we've seen that movie too

'Cause you could be mine
But you're way out of line
With your ***** slap rappin'
And your cocaine tongue
You get nuthin' done
I said you could be mine

Now holidays come and then they go
It's nothin' new today
Collect another memory
When I come home late at night
Don't ask me where I've been
Just count your stars I'm home again

'Cause you could be mine
But you're way out of line
With your ***** slap rappin'
And your cocaine tongue
You get nuthin' done
I said you could be mine
You could be mine
You could be mine
You could be mine
You could be mine
You could be mine, mine, mine, mine

You've gone sketchin' too many times
Why don't you give it a rest
Why
Must you find
Another reason to cry

While you're breakin' down my back n'
I been rackin' out my brain
It don't matter how we make it
'Cause it always ends the same
You can push it for more mileage
But your flaps are wearin' thin
And I could sleep on it 'til mornin'
But this nightmare never ends
Don't forget to call my lawyers
With ridiculous demands
An you can take the pity so far
But it's more than I can stand
'Cause this couchtrip's gettin' older
Tell me how long has it been
'Cause five years is forever
And you haven't grown up yet

You could be mine
But you're way out of line
With your ***** slap rappin'
And your cocaine tongue
You get nuthin' done
I said you could be
You should be
You could be mine
You could be mine
You could be mine
You could be mine
You could be mine
You could be mine
You could be mine
You could be mine
You could be mine

Don’t Cry (alt. lyrics)

length: 4:45
producer: Mike Clink and Guns N’ Roses
mixer: Bill Price
engineer: Mike Clink
background vocals: Izzy Stradlin
bass: Duff McKagan
drums (drum set): Matt Sorum
electric guitar: Slash and Izzy Stradlin
vocal: Axl Rose
additional background vocals: Shannon Hoon
writer: Izzy Stradlin, Axl Rose

My World

length: 1:25
producer: Guns N’ Roses and Mike Clink
mixer: Bill Price
engineer: Mike Clink
drums (drum set): Johann Langlie and Axl Rose
effects: Johann Langlie and Axl Rose
vocal: Axl Rose
keyboard: Axl Rose and Johann Langlie
composer: Axl Rose
lyricist: Axl Rose
You wan'da step into my world
It's a sociopsychotic state of bliss
You've been delayed in the real world
How many times have you hit and missed?
Your cat-scan shows disfiguration
I want to laugh myself to death
With a misfired synapse
With a bent configuration
I'll hold the line while you gasp for breath
You want to talk to me
So talk to me
You want to talk to me (7x)
You can't talk to me
You don't understand your sex
You ain't been mind****ed yet

Let's do it (3x)
Oh my distorted smile

Guess what I'm doing now