the spagheti incident?

I don't have plans and schemes,
And I don't have hopes and dreams.
I don't have anything,
Since I don't have you.

And I don't have fond desires,
and I don't have happy hours.
I don't have anything,
Since I don't have you.

Happiness, and I guess,
I never will again.
When you walked out on me,
In walked ol' misery,
And he's been here since then.

(spoken)
Yeah, we're fucked!

I don't have love to share,
And I don't have one who cares.
I don't have anything,
Since I don't have you.

You, you, you, oh, oh!
You, you, you, oh, oh!
You, you, you, oh, oh!
You, you, you, oh, oh!
You, you, you, oh yeah!


Originally Recorded by The Skylineres - 1958
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Vocals:                            Axl
Lead and Rhythm Guitars:           Slash
Rhythm Guitar:                     Gilby
Bass:                              Duff
Drums:                             Matt
Piano:                             Dizzy
Keyboards:                         Axl

(spoken)
Is she really going out with him?

Hey!

I got a feeling inside of me,
It's kinda strange, like a stormy sea
I don't know why, I don't know why
I guess these things've gotta be

I got a new rose, I got it good
Yes, I knew that I always would
I can't stop to mess around
I got a brand new rose in town

See the sun, see the sunny skies
Don't get too close, it'll burn your eyes
Don't you run away that way
Come back another day

I got a new rose, I got it good
Yes, I knew that I always would
I can't stop to mess around
I got a brand new rose in town

I never thought this could happen to me
I'm a strange washing machine
I never served somebody this sane
I'll never, never, never be too late

Hey!

(Repeat first verse)


Originally Recorded by The Damned - 1977
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Vocals:                            Duff
Lead and Rhythm Guitars:           Slash
Rhythm Guitar:                     Gilby
Bass:                              Duff
Drums:                             Matt

All I need is some inspiration
Before I do somebody some harm
I feel just like a vegetable
Down here on the farm

Nobody comes to see me
Nobody here to turn me on
I ain't even got a lover
Down here on the farm

They told me to get healthy
They told me to get some sun
But boredom eats me like cancer
Down here on the farm

Drinking lemonade shanty
Ain't no body gonna do me harm
But I'm like a fish out of water
Down here on the farm

I write a thousand letters
'til my fingers all gone numb
But I never see no postman
Down here on the farm

I call my baby on the telephone
I say come down and have some fun
But she knows what the score is
Down here on the farm

I can't fall in love with a wheat field
I can't fall in love with a barn
When everything smells like horse shit
Down here on the farm

Blue skies and swimming pools
Add so much charm
But I'd rather be back in Soho
Than down here on the farm

On the fucking farm!

Are you born in a fucking barn or what?

Baaaaaa!

Hold still


Originally Recorded by The UK Subs - 1980
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Vocals:                            Axl
Lead and Rhythm Guitars:           Slash
Rhythm Guitar:                     Gilby
Bass:                              Duff
Drums:                             Matt

(spoken)
Ready
Holervabeese
1234
1234
Oh yeeeahh
Oh yeeeeeeahh

Well if you don't like it,
Go ahead find yourself a date
Go ahead now try to find a boy
Whose gonna be what i hate

What you need is a plastic doll
With a fresh coat of paint
Whose gonna sit through the night
And just always act so quaint

__umne head eh yeahohhh yeah well uh

Its your new friend
You're really making a scene
And I see you prowlin' around


I'm gonna take you to my knee
But you know that
There's ____just a reeling____
Never really what they mean
But you can try to generate some warmth
Then you'll see just what I mean
Dobbie dobbie doobie yeah

And if I've acted like a king
Don't ya know it's cos __uh I'm a human being
And if I want too many things
Don't ya know it's cos I'm a human being
And if I've got to dream
Don't you know it's cos I'm a human being
And when it gets a bit obscene
Don't ya know it's cos, I'm a human being
I just gotta walk around
With my head up town
Just like a human.. one more human being
I can hold my head so high
Just like a human,
A riff raff human being

Won't ya gimme a little sip -- 
Why won't you gimme a drag of that cigarette
Why don't you try to drive me home 
And then uh, never ever forget
But now, don't you blow it all
On a million dollar bet
Because you're liable to lose it
On a bet that you've never had yet
No bababy baby ohyeah

And if I've acted like a king
Don't ya know it's cos __uh I'm a human being
And if I want too many things
Don't ya know it's cos I'm a human being
And if I've got to dream
Don't you know it's cos I'm a human being
And when it gets a bit obscene
Don't ya know it's cos, I'm a human being
I just gotta walk around
With my head up town
Just like a human.. one more human being
I can hold my head so high
Just like a human,
A riff raff human being

In fact ya tell me it's not the human race
Ya tryin to tell me I'm a big disgrace
Ah baby yeah yeah yeah
Fuck 'em fuck 'em fuck 'em all

Well I may think that 
__this's all really just a do a part of me in
It may be at the top of your manifest.
Every little that I mean but I kept
Discover that with history baby
I'm just what I wanted to be
See that though I might take to those bare magazines 
Rr the Hollywood rating machine
Hh baby baby oh yeahh


Originally Recorded by The New York Dolls - 1974
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Vocals:                            Axl
Lead and Rhythm Guitars:           Slash
Rhythm Guitar:                     Gilby
Bass:                              Duff
Drums:                             Matt
Keyboards:                         Dizzy
Kazoo:                             Axl

Dance to the beat of the living dead
You'll see baby, stay away from there
Raw power is sure to come a-runnin' to you

If you're alone and you got the feel
So am I baby let's roll on out ta' here
Raw power is sure to come a-runnin' to you

Raw power's got a magic touch
Raw power is much too much
Happiness is a guaranteed
It was made for you and me.

Raw power, honey, just won't quit
Raw power, I can feel it
Raw power, hear it, can't be spared
Popin' eyes and a fashion feed
Don't you try, don't you try to tell me what to do
I was tryin', I was tryin' a tell ya what to do

(spoken) 
And you know that ain't right

I look in the eyes of the seventh girl
Fall deep in love in the underworld
Raw power is sure to come a-runnin' to you

If you're alone and you got the shakes
So am I baby and I got what it takes
Raw power is sure to come a-runnin' to you

Raw power's got a healing hand
Raw power can destroy a man
Raw power is so more than soul
Got a son called rock and roll.

Raw power, honey, just won't quit
Raw power, I can feel it
Raw power honey, give me a spin
Get up baby and kiss my feet

Ev'rybody always tryin' a tell me what to do
Don't you try, don't you try to tell me what to do
Ev'rybody always tryin' a tell me what to do
Don't you try, don't you try to tell me what to do
Raw power it's got no place to go
Raw power honey, you don't wanna know
Raw power is a guaranteed O.D.
Raw power is a laughin' at you and me

(spoken)
I wanna know

Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Raw power
Raw power
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it? 


Originally Recorded by Iggy And The Stooges - 1973
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Vocals:                            Axl, Duff
Lead and Rhythm Guitars:           Slash
Rhythm Guitar:                     Gilby
Bass:                              Duff
Drums:                             Matt
Keyboards:                         Dizzy

Ain't it fun when you're always on the run
Ain't it fun when your friends despise what you've become
Ain't it fun when you get so high
Well...that you just can't come
Ain't it fun when you know that you're gonna die young

It's such fun
It's such fun
It's such fun
It's such fun
It's such fun
It's such fun
It's such fun
It's such fun
It's such fun
It's such fun

Ain't it fun when you taking care of number one
Ain't it fun when you feel like you just gotta get a gun
Ain't it fun when you just can't seem to find your tounge
Cause you stuck it too deep into something that really stung
It's such fun

Well, so you come up to me and spit right in my face
I didn't even feel it
It was such a disgrace

I punched my fist right through the glass
I didn't even feel it
It happened so fast

Such fun
Such fun
Such fun
Such fun
Such fun
Such fun
Such fun
Such fun
Such fun
Such fun
Such fun

Ain't it fun when you tell her she's just a cunt
Ain't it fun when you she splits you and leaves you on the run
Well, Ain't it fun when you broken up every band that you ever begun
Ain't it fun when you know that you're gonna die young

It's such fun
Such fun


Originally Recorded by The Dead Boys - 1978
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Vocals:                            Axl, Michael Monroe
Lead and Rhythm Guitars:           Slash
Bass:                              Duff
Drums:                             Matt
Additional Guitar:                 Mike Staggs

Buick 
Buick 
Buick Mackane will you
Buick Mackane will you be my girl 
Oh, be my girl

Rainy lady, 
Queen of the rock will ya 
Queen of the rock will ya
Help me roll
Help me roll
To my soul

Slider, slider
You're just a sexual glider
You're just a sexual glider
Be my plane 
In the rain

(repeat first verse)

I said I know what to do
I'm gonna 
Fuck
Fuck
Fuck
Fuck you
Fuck You

I said I know what to do
I'm gonna 
Fuck
Fuck
Fuck
Fuck you
Fuck You


Originally Recorded by T. Rex - 1973
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Vocals:                            Axl, Slash
Lead and Rhythm Guitars:           Slash
Rhythm Guitar:                     Gilby
Bass:                              Duff
Drums:                             Matt

(spoken)
Give me a little bit of volume on this

You're a heart-breakin' soul shaker
I've been told about you
I've seen y'on the midnight show girl
A-what they been sayin' must be true

Red hot mama
There'll be trouble
I say time's gonna pay your dues

Now you're messin' with a A son of a bitch
Now you're messin' with a son of a bitch
Now you're messin' with a A son of a bitch
Now you're messin' with a son of a bitch

Talkin' jive and poison ivy
You ain't gonna cling to me
Man take a bold thinker
I ain't so blind I can't see

Red hot mama
There'll be trouble
I say time's gonna pay your dues

Now you're messin' with a A son of a bitch
Now you're messin' with a son of a bitch
Now you're messin' with a A son of a bitch
Now you're messin' with a son of a bitch

Now you're messin' with a A son of a bitch
Now you're messin' with a son of a bitch
Now you're messin' with a A son of a bitch
Now you're messin' with a son of a bitch

Now you're messin' with a A son of a bitch
Now you're messin' with a son of a bitch
Now you're messin' with a A son of a bitch
Now you're messin' with a son of a bitch

Now you're messin' with a A son of a bitch
Now you're messin' with a son of a bitch
Now you're messin' with a A son of a bitch
Now you're messin' with a son of a bitch

Now you're messin' with a A son of a bitch
Now you're messin' with a son of a bitch
Now you're messin' with a A son of a bitch
Now you're messin' with a son of a bitch


Originally Recorded by Nazareth - 1975
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Vocals:                            Axl
Lead and Rhythm Guitars:           Slash
Rhythm Guitar:                     Gilby
Bass:                              Duff
Drums:                             Matt
Keyboards:                         Dizzy
Percussion:                        Matt, Mike Fasano

Yeah!
Attitude
Some fuckin' attiI can't believe what you say to me
You've got some attitude

Inside that bitter brain
There's gotta be a whore
If you don't shut your mouth
You're gonna feel the floor, yeah!

Attitude, what you've got
Some fuckin' attitude
Attitude's what you've got
Some fuckin' attitude
Yeah, all right

Inside that bitter brain
There's gotta be a whore
If you don't shut your mouth
You're gonna feel the mutha fuckin' guitar!

Oh, attitude
Some fuckin' attitude
I can't believe what you say to me
You've got some attitude

Oh, attitude
Some fuckin' attitude
I can't believe what you say to me
You've got some attitude

Yeah!
Yeah!
Yeah!


Originally Recorded by The Misfits - 1980
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Vocals:                            Duff
Lead and Rhythm Guitars:           Slash
Rhythm Guitar:                     Gilby
Bass:                              Duff
Drums:                             Matt
Background Vocals:                 Slash, Matt

Ooh
Ooh
Ooh

Well, she's all geared up, walkin' down the street
And I can feel the slime, drippin' down her sleeve
Well, you can't refuse and you just can't choose what she's gonna do
Well, you can't refuse and you just can't choose what she's gonna do

Ooh
Ooh

Well, it's late at night, and I'm all alone
And I can hear her boots as she's near her home
Well, you can't refuse and you just can't choose what she's gonna do
Well, you can't refuse and you just can't choose what she's gonna do

Scratch, scratch, she's clawing at the door
Whoa, no, I can't take it anymore
Crack, crack I'm feeling so sore
I never should asked for black leather
Black leather
Ooh, black leather
Ow black leather

And you can try to hide, but you won't get far
You can let her in, and you'll start it again
Well, you can't refuse and you just can't choose what she's gonna do
Well, you can't refuse and you just can't choose what she's gonna do

Scratch, scratch, she's clawing at the door
Whoa, no, I can't take it anymore
Crack, crack I'm feeling so sore
I never should asked for black leather
Black leather
Ooh, black leather
Ow black leather

Ooh
Ooh
Black leather
Black leather
Black leather
Black leather
Black leather
Black leather
Black leather
Black leather


Originally Recorded by Steve Jones / The Sex Pistols - 1980
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Vocals:                            Axl
Lead and Rhythm Guitars:           Slash
Rhythm Guitar:                     Gilby
Bass:                              Duff
Drums:                             Matt

(spoken)
This one's for you Johhny

It doesn't pay to try
All the smart boys know why
It doesn't mean, I didn't try
I just never know, why

It's isn't 'cause I'm all alone
Oh, baby, you're not home
And when I'm home
Big deal, I'm still alone

It's so restless, I am
Beat my head against a pole
Try to knock some sense, down 'side my bones
And even though it don't show
Those guys are so old
Can't put your arms around a memory
Can't put your arms around a memory
Can't put your arms around a memory
Don't try
Don't try

You're just a basket case
And you got no name
Could you live with me?
Go on and say
And even though it don't show
Those guys are so old

Can't put your arms around a memory
Can't put your arms around a memory
Can't put your arms around a memory
Don't try
Don't try

(spoken)
Johnny you're me
Yeah, you're memory
I wanna put my arms around your memory

I can't try... 
I can't try
Don't try


Originally Recorded by Johnny Thunders - 1978
In Memory Of Johnny Thunders
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Vocals:                            Duff
Acustic Guitar:                    Duff
Bass:                              Duff
Drums:                             Duff
Lead and Rhythm Guitars:           Richard Duguay
Backgroud Vocals:                  Dizzy, Duff, Eddie Huletz

Yeah!

I'm from South Philadelphia up on Avenue C
I've seen empty hands that was waitin' to freeze
Up from the power at home

I don't care about you
Fuck you!
I don't care about you
Fuck you!

I've seen Hollywood Boulevard
Welfare hotel
And I spent the night in jail
At the Wilcox Hotel

I don't care about you
Fuck you!
I don't care about you

I've seen an old man have a heart attack in Manhattan
Well he died while we just stood there lookin' at him
Ain't he cute?

I don't care about you
Fuck you!
I don't care about you

I seen mad rollin' drunks
I seen bodies in the streets
I saw a man who was sleepin' in his own puke
And a man with no legs crawlin' down
Fifth Street tryin' just to get somethin' to eat

I don't care about you
Fuck you!
I don't care about you
Fuck you!
I don't care about you
Fuck you!
I don't care about you

Fuck you!

(spoken)
Uh, that hurt man
Alright
Perfect


Originally Recorded by Fear
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Vocals:                            Axl
Lead and Rhythm Guitars:           Slash
Rhythm Guitar:                     Gilby
Bass:                              Duff
Drums:                             Matt
Background Vocals:                 Slash, Rikki Rachtman,
                                   S.C. Bailey, Blake Stanton,
                                   Eric Mills

There's a time for living
Time keeps on flying
Think you're loving baby
But all your doing is crying

Can you feel
Are those feelings real
Look at your game, girl
Look at your game, girl

What a mad delusion
Living in that confusion
Frustration and doubt
Can you ever live without the game

The sad, sad game
Mad game
Just to say loves' not enough
If it can't be true
Oh, you can tell those lies baby but you're only fooling you

Can you feel
Are those feelings real
Look at your game, girl
Look at your game, girl

Can you feel
I know those feelings ain't real
Then you better stop trying
Or you're gonna play crying
Stop trying
Or you're gonna play crying
Stop trying

That's the game
Sad sad game
Mad game
Sad game

(spoken)
Thanks, Charles
Jack