I got my head in the clouds I got these thoughts to churn I got a house on the hill I got a headache like a mother Twice the price of my thrills I said this traffic is hell An I'll try to paint a story Got your pictures to tell Yeah you got to make a living With what you bring yourself to sell
I got my camera back from customs Got my law fees up to date Hell they musta seen me comin' Ain't this life so f**kin' great
When the shit hit the fan Yeah, well I'm a frequent flyer My body's breathing while it can But what I don't understand is that My world ain't gettin' no brighter While everybody's talkin' Hell I'm just another guy Spoil the whole damn bunch
Now why'nt you pour my apathy I'd have all my bases covered If I could teach my hands to see But now we're down in the deep end Where they'd love to watch you drown I said your laundry could use washing We'll hang it up all over town I said Hollywood's like a dryer An we're down on Sunset Strip An you'll be suckin' down the Clorox 'Til your life's all nice and crisp
When the shit hit the fan Yeah, well I'm a frequent flyer My body's breathing while it can But what I don't understand is that My world ain't gettin' no brighter While everybody's talkin' Hell I'm just another guy Spoil the whole damn bunch
When the shit hit the fan Yeah, well I'm a frequent flyer My body's breathing while it can But what I don't understand is that My world ain't gettin' no brighter While everybody's talkin' Hell I'm just another guy Spoil the whole damn bunch Spoil the whole damn bunch More from Guns N' Roses