You're my flower, you're my road, that I try to stay up on, even when things ain't your wrong, yeah you stayed with me, you don't stay for what I do,
You You're so goddamn hard to please You confuse and frustrate me Why must we both go through it? I said you Well, is it so hard to see Those things
Go! What did I do today? Some people think I went and threw it away But that was yesterday I can't remember much of that anyway I wonder who's to blame
Trouble always follows me But trouble ain't a bad place to be I'll get my shit by it, if I can But I stand on my own, and I'm my own man The only age
You call me the mean man You point your finger at me Having problems with authority In every major city And it's so easy for you The majority, the majority
It's been a long time since I've seen you, baby Then you call came across my telephone Said old friends are meeting Will you come up maybe I said I
"This is a warning" You got democracy, debauchery, and a communist regime They tore, that wall down just to keep people happy But it goes back up again
It's been four months since You gone away My bed is empty and my heart Still feels the pain yeah the pain I see your picture in a magazine I look away
Hate/Pain/Greed/Suc-cess/Ooh You got somethin' to say to me Well say it to my face I'm so sick of society That says I'm out of place I come around,
Do you remember walkin' hand in hand Did you understand, well, I did We used to listened to that song "Are you lonely tonight?" I think the king sang
When I was a young boy Said some man parted some sea They said believe in us Why should they lie to me Now I'm not a young boy What I believe is what
Chorus Could it be you Might be my woman Could it be you The one that makes me feel like a man - yeah Saw your gaze It put me in a haze It was amazing
"Why does everything always end up feeling so goddamn cold" Once again I woke up this morning And a warm spot still long cold gone Then smell of you
Sister's in the old barn, sleeping off a big storm Brother's at the pool hall, thinking all his bad thoughts Papa's in the cellar, sneaking off a quick
I don't really need the ego Of being a pop star Playing rock & roll makes Me stand hard & tall Once an old man with blood on his hands Said "Pick up my
Oversettelse: McKagan, Duff. Holiday.
