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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 Lyrics

"Bad Apples" lyrics



Diamonds and fast cars
Money to burn 
I got my head in the clouds 
I got these thoughts to churn 
Got my feet in the sand 
I got a house on the hill 
I got a headache like a mother 
Twice the price of my thrills 
An it's a cold day it's a continental drift 
I said this traffic is hell 
Can you give me a lift 
An I'll try to paint a story 
Got your pictures to tell 
Yeah you got to make a living 
With what you bring yourself to sell 

I got some genuine 
Imitation 
Bad Apples 
Free sample 
For your peace o' mind 
Only $9.95 
I got my camera back from customs 
Got my law fees up to date 
Hell they musta seen me comin' 
Ain't this life so fuckin' great 

When the shit hit the fan 
It was all I could stand 
Yeah, well I'm a frequent flyer 
My body's breathing while it can 
But what I don't understand is that 
My world ain't gettin' no brighter 
If I could touch the sky 
Well I would float on by 
While everybody's talkin' 
Hell I'm just another guy 
If it were up to me 
I'd say just leave me be 
Why let one bad apple 
Spoil the whole damn bunch 

Gold and caviar 
Now why'nt you pour my apathy 
I'd have all my bases covered 
If I could teach my hands to see 
But now we're down in the deep end 
Where they'd love to watch you drown 
I said your laundry could use washing 
We'll hang it up all over town 
I said Hollywood's like a dryer 
An we're down on Sunset Strip 
An you'll be suckin' down the Clorox 
'Til your life's all nice and crisp 

When the shit hit the fan 
It was all I could stand 
Yeah, well I'm a frequent flyer 
My body's breathing while it can 
But what I don't understand is that 
My world ain't gettin' no brighter 
If I could touch the sky 
Well I would float on by 
While everybody's talkin' 
Hell I'm just another guy 
If it were up to me 
I'd say just leave me be 
Why let one bad apple 
Spoil the whole damn bunch 

When the shit hit the fan 
It was all I could stand 
Yeah, well I'm a frequent flyer 
My body's breathing while it can 
But what I don't understand is that 
My world ain't gettin' no brighter 
If I could touch the sky 
Well I would float on by 
While everybody's talkin' 
Hell I'm just another guy 
If it were up to me 
I'd say just leave me be 
Why let one bad apple 
Spoil the whole damn bunch 
Why let one bad apple 
Spoil the whole damn bunch 
BOY!!

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