Maybe it's not over yet Somewhere inside him there must be some new dream Awaiting to topple the rest when he finds himself feeling alive yet alone Maybe
didn't drink But at least you thought you wanted it That's so much more than I can say for me It's been a good year for the roses Many blooms still
for you brother There ain't nothin' in the whole wide world For a broken heart Well, there ain't never been a cure For the lowdown blues When a woman
Black bone torso Black bone torso Cyanide, a suicide No thoughts of pain Genocide, a crucified martyr's laid Down to the dust there to fade away All
me down Oh hallowed ground Oh the sky is falling and I don't know where my home is now My hallowed ground Oh and can you take me for I've spent a hallowed
Yah I'm a killer Oh I'm a thriller I'm Godzilla with a gun Hell-Kill'em to Hell for Eternity Oh-Tonight Hell-Send'em to Hell for Eternity Oh-It's alright
turn up the fool? Will it turn up sorrow? Is there one there for you?" For whom the bell tolls, it tolls for me For whom the bell tolls, it tolls for
here in the dark And I know my heart is the darkness Oh, tell me can you claim me never My darkest hour Am I too far beyond forgiving? A borrowed soul
tonight I'm looking for a dolly to see me right I can use a little muscle to get what I need And have a little drink and shout out, "She's with me" A
'm dying no Don't give me your love Get down on your knees And give me your rubber I'm dying for, I'm dying for I'm dying for, I'm dying for rubber
slay they brother's life I'll kill your pain on the seeds of cane I ain't no stranger giving love Don't ya plead Oh won't ya bleed for me Hells be raining
Think about the sorrow you brought Think of all the horror you made Lying to a world, that you wrought Dying for the world, oh that you made Johnny,
I don't know The sound your hear are silent in the night God, I'm dying on a trail of tears Where tomorrow never knows A resurrection closer To a light
Asleep in black, there's no light in the crack The crooked fingers for you No, don't ya dare say a prayer, it's just the nights in your mare Oh, the long
didn't drink But at least you thought you wanted it That's so much more than I can say for me Chorus But what a good year for the roses Many blooms
it Appetite for destruction - For him to get a bit more shit he gotta commit - Murder in the first degree - a man slaughter Takin' a life of his wife and young doughter A
