She say she like my jeans, even like my sneaks That's the new Gucci?s, 500 a piece I make her smile and I smile back Check the doors, Caddy-stones ya
I remember you Do you remember me too? Born on the 14th of July The smell of roses made her cry Though you're going far from home Rest assured you're
you on your knees, begging me not to drive But I took away the keys and made you climb inside And I?d take your place in this field of stone if I only
life Past the place where my friend died Two years ago Down the 303 at the end of the road Flashing lights - exclusion zones And it made me think it's not just the stones
be. My heart entreats, Just hear those savage beats, And go put on your cleats And come and trample me. Your heart is hard as stone or mahogany, That
across the room I clung there and I danced with you, silent Admired your divine tattoo We slept in the shadow of a cedar tree We made love on the rising
quiet, we made a pilgrimage to the cemetery; we brought a lot of flowers and we finally found his grave. It was marked with a huge fur tree and a mammoth stone
) Vying constantly for power and changing sides with every hour, in homes built with machine-gun-towers, (the sights trained on the garden-gate). Seems we made
to the goat Who was eating a bowl of bones, potatoes and soap (o-o-o-o-o-o) A rope did float And hook the goat And a boy climbed the stone made of Os
I'm not made of stone, I'm not made of glass I've been alone, every one has I've learned to forgive what I'm not I just try to live with what I've got
Rock 'n' rollin', rock 'n' rollin' Floor so cold that's why I'm so frozen Rock 'n' rollin', rock 'n' rollin' I'm a Rolling Stone with my Guns'N'Roses
. Running down a silver beach with silver ribbons trailing from her hands. She found a doorway in the sand where she'd store away her stones. Precious stones
spoke the rose made of stone "Who loves shall be never alone." I've been praying, Lord, Since she's left me So all alone in the darkness Guardian made of stone
Lookin' at my bitch I bet she give your ass a bone Lookin' at my wrist it'll turn your ass to stone Stretch limousine sippin' Rose all along Double-headed
no longer cared Tonight I saw the red, red rose and the yellow moon Shining on the silhouette, lying in the shadows of my bedroom I knew it when we made
don't, he belongs to the song and the melody When Gentry plays guitar When Gentry sings this song He's alone inside a glass house Made of stone When
Every little word, with every lesson learned I think I know why hearts are made of stone Every little pain, fans a bitter flame Nothing stops me loving
hybrid corn, complete with hidden agenda beneath the surface lurking and smirking under a crown of thorns./ The crucifixion was a hoax, a cruel joke shop poison rose