Guns N’ Roses
Ab, B, Bb, Bbm, Bm, Db, Dbm, Eb, Ebm, F, Fm, Gb
I get up at all seven, get out of bed around nine
On the road about nothing, no big worries, less than fucking time
Seriously start at all seven, get on the stage around nine
Get all the balls at eleven, sipping the drink and feeling fine
You've been dancing with Mr. Browstone
He's been knocked in, he won't leave me alone
No, no, no, oh, he won't leave me alone
I used to do it a little, but a little when the Jews suddenly got more remote
I just kept trying to get a little better, said a little better before
I used to do it a little, but a little when the Jews suddenly got more remote
I've been dancing with Mr. Brownstone He's been knocking, he won't leave me alo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o
Where the mother fucker gonna kick her down the down the line
I used to do a little, but I didn't want to do so
The little got more and more
I just kept trying to get a little better
Said it with another letter before
I used to do a little, but I didn't want to do so
The little got more and more
I just kept trying to get a little better
Said it with another letter before
He's been dancing with Mr. Brownstone
He's been knocking, he won't leave me alone
No, no, no, oh, he won't leave me alone
Oh, won't leave me alone
He's stuck here in the middle, he's shining in the middle
And I'm drowning out my mind
I show him that I'm better than the city when I'm never here
City will be hi