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Guns N' Roses
Guns N' Roses


Background information
Origin Los Angeles, California, USA
Genre(s) Hard Rock
Heavy Metal
Years active 1985—present
Label(s) Geffen Records
UZI Suicide
Associated acts Velvet Revolver
Hollywood Rose
Neurotic Outsiders
Praxis
Road Crew
Slash's Snakepit
Website Website
Members
Axl Rose
Ron "Bumblefoot" Thal
DJ Ashba
Richard Fortus
Tommy Stinson
Dizzy Reed
Chris Pitman
Frank Ferrer



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Guns N' Roses Album


Live ?!*@ Like A Suicide (12/16/1986)
12/16/1986
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2.
Nice Boys (originally by Rose Tattoo)
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4.
Mama Kin (originally by Aerosmith)
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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!

. . .



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!

. . .



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!

. . .



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 wanna 
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 wanna 
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

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