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Velvet Revolver
Velvet Revolver


Background information
Origin Rancho Santa Margarita, California, USA
Genre(s) Hard Rock
Years active 2002—present
Label(s) RCA Records
Sony BMG Music Entertainment
Associated acts Jane's Addiction
DKFXP
Camp Freddy
Loaded
Guns N' Roses
Neurotic Outsiders
Slash's Snakepit
Stone Temple Pilots
Wasted Youth
Website Website
Members
Slash
Matt Sorum
Duff McKagan
Dave Kushner
Former members
Scott Weiland



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Velvet Revolver Album


Libertad (07/03/2007)
07/03/2007
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She's the one with lips like candy, Candy
Like a dog I'm-a coming running
She's got eyes that burn right through me, through me
She told me her name, calls herself Candy, Candy

Can't burn her out of my head
Drink her off of my mind
Let it roll
Let it roll

She's got a head that makes you think more of her
She got head that makes you want more of it
Lipstick smile that tastes of cherry brandy
She's on the partyscene that makes you want her badly

Can't burn her of off my head
drink her off of my mind
Can't burn her out of my head
Drink her off of my mind
Let it roll
Candy ho

Bah bah bah bah bahbah bah
Bah bah bahbah bah
Candy, Candy, Candy, Candy, Candy ho

Solo

Can't burn her out of my head
Drink her off of my mind
Candy, Candy, Candy, Candy, Candy ho
Let it roll
Candy ho
Let it roll
Candy ho
Candy ho
Candy ho

. . .


Love songs keep pumpin' on my radio
You split on monday
Took your machine that kept me afloat
Now you're back it's tuesday

I call it love insanity
I call it my reality
She mine
Mine all mine
She mine
Mine all mine

Cool kids keep movin' as the car explodes
Roll around on sunday
Dual diagnosis is the way to go
poppin' pills like candy

I call it love insanity
I call it my reality
She mine
Mine all mine
She mine
Mine all mine

While away
Our old mistakes
Break the fray
Change

She mine
Mine all mine
She mine
Mine all mine

. . .



Come on closer, won't you tell me what you got
Wait a minute girl, you're something that you're not
You've seen it screaming, driving feathers to and fro,
Where's your pocket, i'll sit anyway you want me to

I've been down this road so long, and miles and miles of freaks before..

Get out the door, get out the door
Gonna kick it when I saw what you were packing, gonna kick,
Get out the door, get out the door
Gonna kick it when I saw what you were packing, gonna kick, get out the door

Like a farmer's girl, there's more than meets the eye,
Another beer and then I'm out of here, goodbye
Seen them streets full of half a dozen clones, never underestimate the danger ofa sunset but-a...

I've been down this road so long and miles and miles of freaks before

Get out the door, get out the door
Gonna kick it when I saw what you were packing, gonna kick,
Get out the door, get out the door
Gonna kick it when I saw what you were packing, gonna kick, get out the door

I've been down this road so long, and miles and miles of freaks before
Think I stole them, they got strong, never could I've been so wrong, so wrong

[SOLO]

Get out the door, get out the door
Gonna kick it when I saw what you were packing, gonna kick,
Get out the door, get out the door
Gonna kick it when I saw what you were packing, gonna kick, get out the door

Get out the door, get out the door
Gonna kick it when I saw what you were packing, gonna kick,
Get out the door, get out the door
Gonna kick it when I saw what you were packing, gonna kick, get out the door

. . .



Hold fast, motor off
Come strong, let it roll.
Ice cold desert stone
She build a quick train
Seems to keep the motor clean.
So this is kind of weapon sheen
She's always quick to find
And breaking through tonight
I could feel the way they push straight down
I could feel the way they stood them ground.

Roll over, right
Keep it through the night, right, right
Keep it through the night
Right in my sight, keep it through the night
I'll smash right through your spotlight

She ran away to Texas
To keep away the access
Oh, ripped and beggin', stroke back Texas
She burnt through the heritage
Desert 'cross America,
And they all look sexual so far from home
I could feel the way they push straight down
I could feel the way they stood them ground.

Roll over, right
Keep it through the night, right, right
Keep it through the night
Right in my sight, keep it through the night
I'll smash right through your spotlight

What you give, is what you take.
What you bleed, is what you break
I feel for you
I'd steal for for you
I'd take, I'd take, I'd take, I'd take, I'd take, I'd take, I'd take, I'd take

(guitar solo)

I could feel the way they push straight down
I could feel the way they stood them ground.

Roll over, right
Keep it through the night, right, right
Keep it through the night
Right in my sight, keep it through the night
I'll smash right through your spotlight

. . .



Time feels like I've been back in jail
Like I was doin' time or even killed
Spend all night on bended knee
Just to beg for something to believe

Left home with a pack of clothes without a family tree

This fight could be the last fight
No giving and no winning
One time could be the only time
Should we decide to end the misery

Time heals all of the burned out bridges
Filled with nothing more than misery
I wear the mask of the embattled son
Trying to beg for something to believe

Left home with a pack of clothes without a family tree

This fight could be the last fight
No giving and no winning
One time could be the only time
Should we decide to end the misery

Break the chains of featherweights and giants
With disdain for everlasting liars
They'll refrain when we spit out the fire
And start living, living, living my friend

*guitar solo*

This fight could be the last fight
No giving and no winning
One time could be the only time
Should we decide to end the misery

This fight could be the last fight
No giving and no winning
One time could be the only time
Should we decide to end the misery

. . .


You, you got skills, you got the pills, you're getting older
You got the weight of all that's left you on your shoulder
But the world still waits for you
Though you stare right through me

You got your demons and your ways of life
You could pull the trigger and you'd end the strike-ooh-ooh

Yea, I got the news you had the blues you bought the ticket
To the one place that I won't be going to visit
What the fuck were you thinking of
Now I stare right through you

You got your demons and your ways of life
You could pull the trigger and you'd end the strike
You got your demons and your fancy wine
It would go down easy if you'd spend the night-ooh-ooh-ooh

You got your demons and your ways of life
You could pull the trigger and you'd end the strike
You got your demons and your fancy wine
It would go down easy if you'd spend the night-ooh-ooh-ooh

. . .


Freedom
The naked power
Weakened by the ages
Raped but not forgotten
All it's supple secrets
Gods & liberations
Those that try to use it
Are those that try to sheath it-wide awake

Yes, I am the American Man

Free men
Haunted by the music
Ghosts of generations
Beat the drums of freedom
Those that toiled & suffered
Now those they try to smother-wide awake

Yes, I am the American Man

Where to begin?
Bred to win
Where do I go?
The soul worn off our skin
So...the tabloid & scoops
I cut out the hole in my soul I know is you
So, are we ready? Ready to lose?
I know I feel, feel, feel
Inside the walls, inside the walls
The iron walls protect the souls of
My old boots

(Lead, Chorus)

. . .


Got a feelin', feelin' in your eyes
Got a fever, fever, fever in your thighs-in your thighs
Mary, Mary, Mary by my side
Got time & love, the kind you cannot buy-cannot buy
Black boots, strong legs, got style
My baby knows the walk, you see her come for miles-come for miles

Ooh-Wanna find out what you're sayin'
Ooh-Wanna play the games you're playin

Mary Mary on my mind-Wo-oh,
Get back sugar baby

Modern lover, modern kind
When we close the door, we're never out of time-out of time
Black hair, red lips, brown eyes
Can't tell ya how it feels that you're mine o mine-mine o mine

(Pre-Chorus, Chorus, Bridge)

Baby, baby, baby's on my mind
When we close the door, we're never out of time-out of time

Ooh- Wanna play the games you're playin' Oh- (Chorus)

Come on out (now)
Get on out (now)

. . .


At school the teacher saw
The talent in your eyes
So pleased to meet ya
She looks so pretty, so unsatisfied
Underneath the bleachers
The kid and Mrs. Jones
She's his favorite teacher
Consider it love 101

We ain't got nothin' to hide, hide
We ain't got nothin' to hide, hide, hide
We ain't got nothin' to hide, hide
We ain't got nothin' nothing nothing to hide.

Oh you say it's wrong you say what you do you do you do
Oh you say we're wrong you say what we do we do we do
Oh you say it's wrong you say what you do you do you do
Oh you say we're wrong you say what we do we do we do wrong

What we do wrong

Rollin' in the street lights,
In his old man's ride
Head in his lap goin' up and down up and down
Oh no, cop lights
Standin' in the courthouse
In front of every child
She said "Your Honor I plead to,
Crime of being satisfied"

We ain't got nothin' to hide, hide
We ain't got nothin' to hide, hide, hide
We ain't got nothin' to hide, hide
We ain't got nothin' nothing nothing to hide.

Oh you say it's wrong you say what you do you do you do
Oh you say we're wrong you say what we do we do we do
Oh you say it's wrong you say what you do you do you do
Oh you say we're wrong you say what we do we do we do wrong

Kinda feelin' in love
I'm kinda feelin' in love
I'm kinda feelin' in love
Kinda feelin' love
(But I'm Just 16)
Kinda feelin' in love
(Well I'm Just 16)
Kinda feelin' in love
(But I'm Just 16)
Kinda feelin' in love
(Well I'm Just 16)

*guitar solo*

Oh you say it's wrong you say what you do you do you do
Oh you say we're wrong you say what we do we do we do
Oh you say it's wrong you say what you do you do you do
Oh you say we're wrong you say what we do we do we do wrong

We do wrong
You do wrong
You do wrong
You do wrong
You do wrong
You do wrong
You do wrong

. . .



Midnight on the water.
I saw the oceans daughter.
Walking on a waves chicane,
Staring as she called my name.

And I cant get it out of my head,
No, I cant get it out of my head.
Now my old world is gone for dead
cos I cant get it out of my head.

Breakdown on the shoreline,
Cant move, its an ebbtide.
Morning dont get here till night,
Searching for her silver light.

And I cant get it out of my head,
No, I cant get it out of my head.
Now my old world is gone for dead
cos I cant get it out of my head, no no.

Bank job in the city.
Robin hood and william tell and ivanhoe and lancelot, they dont envy me.
Sitting till the sun goes down,
In dreams the world keep going round and round.

And I cant get it out of my head,
No, I cant get it out of my head.
Now my old world is gone for dead
cos I cant get it out of my head, no no.

No, I cant get it out of my head,
No, I cant get it out of my head.
Now my old world is gone for dead
cos I cant get it out of my head, no no no no.

. . .


Can't rise from the bottom
Time flies when ya got it
Your time has receded
Wasted, could & should have been & didn't

I've given up my hand for a brother
I've given up a hand for free
I've risen & forgiven & I've pardoned
But you set yourself free

Nose dive, crash to the bottom
Angel, your wing was always broken
Fought for rights of the prophets
Not for the spirit of your daughters...didn't
(Chorus)

Walk slowly
Seems like time stopped
Seems like I'm slow dancin', but I'm flyin'
Where do i go?
The home I know is closed
I'm free, free yeah
I'm free, free yeah
Free, free yeah

I've bitten off my hand for a brother
I've given up a hand for free
I've risen & forgiven & I've pardoned
But you set yourself free
Bitten off my hand for the stuff &
Livin' off the shit you steal
You perished for religious & forgotten
Daughters that you couldn't see

Given up my hand (you set yourself free)
Given up my hand for free
Given up my hand (you set yourself free)
But you set yourself free

. . .


Wasted all a disgrace
Rearranged the pretty messes
Pray on your abandoned knee to fucked up pleasures
To the kids with king of rights
Underneath the night tonight
You would rather spite your face than change your life

Spay
Why won't you
Why won't you
Why won't you spay yourself

Blitzkrieg the bitches bald
May the trophy sell the gold

Pay the toll of sell your soul come on come all
When the bill is on collections
Peppers holes and ugly messes
The singer sings of diamond things and all excesses

Spay
Why won't you
Why won't you
Why won't you spay yourself

Spay
Why won't you
Why won't you
Why won't you spay yourself

There is a love that doesn't lease, through the night
Heed all your baggage, and consume all your life

Spay
Why won't you
Why won't you
Why won't you spay yourself

. . .


She's all that I see
And all that I breathe
Take a breath and hold her in
As her shadow's whispering
I can hear the laughter
Knowing what they're after
While she flies beside me
On many broken wings

Take, take a look around
She's a pretty good dancer
She dances on my grave
Every time she goes down
Every time she comes down
Every time we fall down
She dances all over me

She's the world at my feet
The sun that gives heat
Take a rest and hold her near
Or she'll float away from here
'Cause I'm knowing what you fearin'
And a sentimental jury
And every mile that guides you
I'll watch over everything

Take, take a look around
She's a pretty good dancer
She dances on my grave
Every time it goes down
Every time she comes down
Every time we fall down
She dances all over me

And every time that we feel it
It's just another long wasted night
And the dance that we do is
Just another way for you to roll over me
And the bed that we're sharing
Is the home that I wanna bring you
Want to feel you
I don't want to hear you

Take, take a look around
She's a pretty good dancer
She dances on my grave
Every time it goes down
Every time she comes down
Every time we fall down
She dances all over me

She dances all over me
She dances all over me
She's a pretty good dancer
Take, take, take a look around
She's a pretty good dancer
Every time she comes down

. . .


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