Yeah!
I'm fromSouth Philadelphia up on Avenue C
I've seenempty hands that was waitin' to freeze
Up fromthe power at home
CHORUS:
I don'tcare about you
Fuck you!
I don'tcare about you
Fuck you!
I've seenHollywood Boulevard
Welfarehotel
And I spentthe night in jail
At theWilcox Hotel
I don'tcare about you
Fuck you!
I don'tcare about you
I've seenan old man have a heart attack in Manhattan
Well hedied while we just stood there lookin' at him
Ain't hecute?
I don'tcare about you
Fuck you!
I don'tcare about you
I seen madrollin' drunks
I seenbodies in the streets
I saw aman who was sleepin' in his own puke
And a manwith no legs crawlin' down
Fifth Streettryin' just to get somethin' to eat
I don'tcare about you
Fuck you!
I don'tcare about you
Fuck you!
I don'tcare about you
Fuck you!
I don'tcare about you
Fuck you!
(spoken)
Uh, thathurt man
Alright
Perfect
Look At YourGame, Girl
There'sa time for living
Time keepson flying
Think you'reloving baby
But allyour doing is crying
CHORUS:
Can youfeel
Are thosefeelings real
Look atyour game, girl
Look atyour game, girl
What a maddelusion
Livingin that confusion
Frustrationand doubt
Can youever live without the game
The sad,sad game
Mad game
Just tosay loves' not enough
If it can'tbe true
Oh, youcan tell those lies baby but you're only fooling you
CHORUS
Can youfeel
I knowthose feelings ain't real
Then youbetter stop trying
Or you'regonna play crying
Stop trying
Or you'regonna play crying
Stop trying
That's thegame
Sad sadgame
Mad game
Sad game
(spoken)
Thanks,Chas
Jack
Breakdown
Autor: Guns n' Roses
Album: Use Your Illusion II