Slave to the Grind Album

Artist(s): Skid Row

Cover Art

Skid Row Slave to the Grind Cover Art

Tracklist

Monkey Business

length: 4:19
producer: Michael Wagener
lead vocals: Sebastian Bach
mixer: Michael Wagener
background vocals: Dave “The Snake” Sabo, Rachel Bolan and Scotti Hill
guitar: Scotti Hill and Dave “The Snake” Sabo
drums (drum set): Rob Affuso
bass guitar: Rachel Bolan
assistant engineer: Craig Doubet and Riley J. Connell
writer: Rachel Bolan, Dave “The Snake” Sabo

Outside my window there's a
Whole lot of trouble comin'
The cartoon killers and the
Rag cover clones

Stack heals kickin' rhythm
Of social circumcision
Can't close the closet on a
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 on 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 box 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

CHORUS
Monkey business
Slippin' on the track
Monkey business
Jungle in black
Ain't your business
If I got no monkey on my back

CHORUS

The Vaseline gypsies and the silicone souls dressed to the society
Hypocrite heartbeat and cheap alibis can't get you by that monkey

CHORUS

Slave to the Grind

length: 3:30
producer: Michael Wagener
lead vocals: Sebastian Bach
mixer: Michael Wagener
background vocals: Dave “The Snake” Sabo, Rachel Bolan and Scotti Hill
guitar: Dave “The Snake” Sabo and Scotti Hill
drums (drum set): Rob Affuso
bass guitar: Rachel Bolan
assistant engineer: Craig Doubet and Riley J. Connell
writer: Dave “The Snake” Sabo, Rachel Bolan, Sebastian Bach
You got me forced to crack my lids in two
I'm still stuck inside the 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

[Chorus]
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

[Chorus]

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

[Chorus]

I said slave to the grind
Slave to the grind
Slave to the grind

The Threat

length: 3:51
producer: Michael Wagener
lead vocals: Sebastian Bach
mixer: Michael Wagener
background vocals: Rachel Bolan, Dave “The Snake” Sabo and Scotti Hill
guitar: Scotti Hill and Dave “The Snake” Sabo
drums (drum set): Rob Affuso
bass guitar: Rachel Bolan
assistant engineer: Riley J. Connell and Craig Doubet
writer: Rachel Bolan, Dave “The Snake” Sabo
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 a target for a cheap shots of authority

So you think you cut me down to size
Well there's something you should realize
It's gonna take more than a break in the law
To make me smile pretty for the wreckin' ball

Won't beg, won't bleed
The end of sacrifice is a threat to society
Hard line, you'll see
Once you've made a mark, you've made a threat to society

I wasn't put there to be treated
Like some disease you hoped would go away if left alone
You can sweep me under the carpet
But, I'll still infect your need to use me as a steppin' stone

So you think you cut me down to size
Well there's something you should realize
It's gonna take more than a break in the law
To make me smile pretty for the wreckin' ball

Won't beg, won't bleed
The end of sacrifice is a threat to society
Hard line, you'll see
Once you've made a mark, you've made a threat to society

So you think you cut me down to size
Well there's something you should realize
It's gonna take more than a break in the law
To make me smile pretty for the wreckin' ball

Quicksand Jesus

length: 5:27
producer: Michael Wagener
lead vocals: Sebastian Bach
mixer: Michael Wagener
background vocals: Rachel Bolan, Scotti Hill and Dave “The Snake” Sabo
guitar: Dave “The Snake” Sabo and Scotti Hill
drums (drum set): Rob Affuso
bass guitar: Rachel Bolan
assistant engineer: Craig Doubet and Riley J. Connell
writer: Rachel Bolan, Dave “The Snake” Sabo
She caught the melting sky
It burned but still the winter passes by and by
To the other side

A slow parade of wind
That blows through trees
That wilted with the season's children

Are we saved by the words of bastard saints
Do we live in fear or faith
Tell me now who's behind the rain

A maze of tangled grace
The symptoms of "for real" are crumbling from embrace
But still we chase the shadows of belief
And new religion clouds our visions of the roots of our souls

Are we ashamed of our own fate
Or play the fool for our own sake
Tell me who's behind the rain

What do we need where do we go
When we get where we don't know
Why should we doubt the virgin white of fallen snow
When faith's our shelter from the cold

Quicksand Jesus I'm so far away without you

Quicksand Jesus I need you
Quicksand Jesus I believe you
Quicksand Jesus I'm so far away

Psycho Love

length: 3:58
producer: Michael Wagener
lead vocals: Sebastian Bach
mixer: Michael Wagener
background vocals: Scotti Hill, Dave “The Snake” Sabo and Rachel Bolan
guitar: Dave “The Snake” Sabo and Scotti Hill
drums (drum set): Rob Affuso
bass guitar: Rachel Bolan
assistant engineer: Craig Doubet and Riley J. Connell
writer: Rachel Bolan
Check out Clementine
Cleanin

Beggar's Day

length: 4:04
producer: Michael Wagener
lead vocals: Sebastian Bach
mixer: Michael Wagener
background vocals: Scotti Hill, Dave “The Snake” Sabo and Rachel Bolan
guitar: Dave “The Snake” Sabo and Scotti Hill
drums (drum set): Rob Affuso
bass guitar: Rachel Bolan
assistant engineer: Riley J. Connell and Craig Doubet
writer: Rachel Bolan, Dave “The Snake” Sabo
(Sebastian Bach/Rachel Bolan/Snake)

Suzi got an Uzi what a beautiful bride
That's where the trouble began
Will lthere be any objection or a bloody resurrection
It's only up to Suzanne
A load of ammunition in her hand

CHORUS
She had 'em laughin' in the aisles
Venus Dee in the critical file
She wasn't there to pray
The killing joke had 'em laughin' all the way
All the way-al the way to beggar's day
She vowed to take 'em any way she can
All the way-all the way to beggar's day
Her jealous claim to fame has come
Now, all you beggars pay

Adam's in the chapel and he's swallowing his applle
Wearing out his ball and chain
But things were gettin' shady when the honorable maidy
Broke out the forty caliber rain
No no no no no no no no

CHORUS
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Livin' on a Chain Gang

length: 3:58
producer: Michael Wagener
lead vocals: Sebastian Bach
mixer: Michael Wagener
background vocals: Rachel Bolan, Dave “The Snake” Sabo and Scotti Hill
guitar: Scotti Hill and Dave “The Snake” Sabo
drums (drum set): Rob Affuso
bass guitar: Rachel Bolan
assistant engineer: Riley J. Connell and Craig Doubet
writer: Dave “The Snake” Sabo, Rachel Bolan
Turn on the TV, 'cause I got nowhere to go
Seems that there's a little trouble down in Mexico
A 13-year-old boy robs a store so he can eat
And they got him doing time while killers walk the streets

A hungry politician is the wolf that's at the door
Hell-bent submission and feedin' on the poor
We could stare into the sun if we would open up your eyes
But we paint ourselves into a corner colored in white lies

Busted on the rockpile - getting dusted in the heat
Shackled to the system - and draggin' my feet

I'm riding on a breakdown - another whiteknuckled shakedown
Feels like I'm livin' on a chain gang
I'm riding on a breakdown - a suicidal shakedown
Feels like I'm on a chain gang

A con man's intuition can wash your sins away
Send your contribution and he'll save your soul today
What can he know, has he been through hell and back
He takes the cash and drives it home in a brand new Cadillac

Spitting at the guard dog, burning in his wicked deal
Screamin' down the railroad with no one at the wheel

I'm riding on a breakdown another whiteknuckled shakedown
Feels like I'm livin' on a chain gang
I'm riding on a breakdown a suicidal shakedown
Feels like I'm on a chain gang

Faith healin', superstition
Cold blooded criminal mind
Getting off on high position
Hey brother can you spare a dime
To get me off this slaughter line

I'm riding on a breakdown another whiteknuckled shakedown
Feels like I'm livin' on a chain gang
I'm riding on a breakdown a suicidal shakedown

Creepshow

length: 3:59
producer: Michael Wagener
lead vocals: Sebastian Bach
mixer: Michael Wagener
background vocals: Scotti Hill, Rachel Bolan and Dave “The Snake” Sabo
guitar: Dave “The Snake” Sabo and Scotti Hill
drums (drum set): Rob Affuso
bass guitar: Rachel Bolan
assistant engineer: Riley J. Connell and Craig Doubet
writer: Rob Affuso, Scotti Hill, Rachel Bolan
Zoned out afternoon
Let's catch "who's on top of who"
Tell it like it is
'Cause it isn't anyway

Much to my surprise
I caught it right between the thighs
My sweet little sister
Was layin' me away

My jaw dropped dead to the table
She put my cool in shock
Crack kills and blood spills baby
But psychos, dykes and transvestites
Are on the choppin' block

Oh no I saw my baby on the creepshow
Out on spillin' my guts on the news
Oh no I caught my woman on the creepshow
Hit me with a shovel 'cause I can't believe that I dug you

She filled my boots with lead
Was it something that I said
A picture paints a thousand ugly words

Baby's acting tough
Check out my fisticuffs
That's just what she deserves

I can't flip from the station
Can't unplug what's done
Her six-foot-deep temptation
She nicked my skin, and then kicked me in
And then she buried me for fun

Oh no I saw my baby on the creepshow
Out on spillin' my guts on the news
Oh no I caught my woman on the creepshow
Hit me with a shovel 'cause I can't believe that I dug you

My jaw dropped dead to the table
She put my cool in shock
Crack kills and blood spills baby
But psychos, dykes and transvestites
Are on the choppin' block

In a Darkened Room

length: 3:56
producer: Michael Wagener
lead vocals: Sebastian Bach
mixer: Michael Wagener
background vocals: Rachel Bolan, Dave “The Snake” Sabo and Scotti Hill
guitar: Scotti Hill and Dave “The Snake” Sabo
drums (drum set): Rob Affuso
bass guitar: Rachel Bolan
assistant engineer: Riley J. Connell and Craig Doubet
writer: Dave “The Snake” Sabo, Rachel Bolan, Sebastian Bach
In a darkened room
Beyond the reach of God

Riot Act

length: 2:41
producer: Michael Wagener
lead vocals: Sebastian Bach
mixer: Michael Wagener
background vocals: Rachel Bolan, Dave “The Snake” Sabo and Scotti Hill
guitar: Scotti Hill and Dave “The Snake” Sabo
drums (drum set): Rob Affuso
bass guitar: Rachel Bolan
assistant engineer: Craig Doubet and Riley J. Connell
writer: Rachel Bolan, Dave “The Snake” Sabo
I never wanted to be President

Mudkicker

length: 3:54
producer: Michael Wagener
lead vocals: Sebastian Bach
mixer: Michael Wagener
background vocals: Dave “The Snake” Sabo, Rachel Bolan and Scotti Hill
guitar: Dave “The Snake” Sabo and Scotti Hill
drums (drum set): Rob Affuso
bass guitar: Rachel Bolan
assistant engineer: Riley J. Connell and Craig Doubet
writer: Rachel Bolan, Scotti Hill, Sebastian Bach
We stand accused but you lie
Varicose-veined finger
Prejudiced evil mind
The young t stronge'g
FKe living fast
But you're a sapsucker
You ain't gonna last

Your twisted mouths feed the minds of babies
Taught from birth it's crime that pays
One man's fortune is another man's pain
But that's how you play the game

Chorus:
I ain't the child of your disgraace
You're mudkickin' into my face
I've healed the wounds, been crucified
Mudckicker kick
Ha! Here's mud in your eye

Ladies and gentlemen and members of the jury
All rise, 'cause here comes the boss
he's your big brother the silver tongued doublecross
His collar starched white, big black briefcase held tight
It holds the power to your demise

The corporation blue sedan
Behind the wheel Mr. Business-Man
He thinks he's got the upper hand
But he misunderstands

(Chorus)

Your prestige is clear as day
But I can scrape the sewer bilge and see the same
The young get stronger, free living fast
But your a sapsucker you ain't gonna last

(Chorus)

Mudkicker kick, kickin' me down
Mudkicker kickin' me all around
Mudcicker kick, kickin' me down
Mudkicker kick, kickin' me down
Mudkicker kickin' me all around
Mudkicker kick, kickin' me down
Mudkicker kick-I don't **** around, no

Wasted Time

length: 5:49
producer: Michael Wagener
lead vocals: Sebastian Bach
mixer: Michael Wagener
background vocals: Rachel Bolan, Scotti Hill and Dave “The Snake” Sabo
guitar: Scotti Hill and Dave “The Snake” Sabo
drums (drum set): Rob Affuso
bass guitar: Rachel Bolan
assistant engineer: Craig Doubet and Riley J. Connell
writer: Rachel Bolan, Dave “The Snake” Sabo, Sebastian Bach
You and I together in our lives
Sacred ties would never fray
Then why can't I let myself tell lies
And watch you die every day

I think back to the times
When dreams were what mattered
Tough talking youth naivete

You said you never let me down
But the horse stampedes and rages
In the name of desperation

Is it all just wasted time
Can you look at yourself
When you think of what
You left behind

Is it all just wasted time
Can you live with yourself
When you think of what
You left behind

Paranoid delusions they haunt you
Where's my friend I used to know
He's all alone
He's buried deep within a carcass
Searching for a soul

Can you feel me inside your heart
As it's bleeding
Why can't you belive you
can't be loved

I hear you scream in agony
And the horse stampedes and rages
In the name of desperation

Is it all just wasted time
Can you look at yourself
When you think of what
You left behind

Is it all just wasted time
Can you live with yourself
When you think of what
You left behind

You said you never let me down
But the horse stampedes and rages
In the name of desperation

Is it all just wasted time
Can you look at yourself
When you think of what
You left behind

Is it all just wasted time
Can you live with yourself
When you think of what
You left behind

The sun will rise again
The earth will turn to sand
Creation's colors seem to fade to grey
And you'll see the sickly hands of time
Will write your final rhyme
And end a memory

I never thought you'd let it get
this far, boy