Guns N' Roses - Sex, Drugs, and Rock N' Roll lyrics
[Guns N' Roses - Sex, Drugs, and Rock N' Roll lyrics]
The day I sucked the air
From a bottle of whipped cream
And I got real high and things got real slow
And I started talking like this
What's going on? I don’t know
And then I sold my car
For a Greatful Dead ticket
My dad yelled at me and he grounded me
And he said I was a dick
It was the worst day of my life
And I'll never forget but the very next day
I was doing bong hit's
In the back of my friend's chevy
So don’t tell me
We're winning the war on drugs
Cause drugs are like a big ol' can of raid
And you're all little bugs and don't tell me
To not get high
'Cause I'm as low as I can get
Without kissing your ass
And blowing you at the same time
Man, don't tell me about love and peace
When one of the Joneses have a handgun
Pointed at me don’t tell me to just say no
I’m an addict, I say don't let me go
Whatever happened to sex drugs
’n' rock 'n' roll?
Now we just have AIDS crack and techno
So they busted me so I say "fuck them up"
For selling dope and I went to jail
And I wasn’t forgiven
Like that little fucker who shot the pope
And he said I had the right to remain silent
And they couldn't explain
But I didn't resist and I was invited
'Cause all I ever wanted was
The right to remain and they questioned me
Yeah, they asked me "why?"
And I said "fuck off"
I don't think I should be shot
For selling pot
It's just my little way of saying "high"
Now my record's all fucked up
Now two times a week
They make me piss in a cup
Well what I want to do
Is piss down their throats
Okay, here's the sensitive part they told me
That times have changed
Cause our parents had
Hendrix, Janice and Jim but what about
River Phoenix and Kurt Cobain
And they told me to praise the lord
But I've been waiting for so long
For him to call me back
I think I'm gonna go pray at Betty Ford
And they told me that life was fair
I can't smoke a plant that was made by God
But I can kill my wife
If I'm a football player and they told me
They told me to just ignore
But I'd rather smoke crack
Outta Nancy Reagan's skull
While gettin' a blowjob from Tipper Gore