Guess I needed sometime to get away I needed some piece of mind Some piece of mind that'll stay So I thumbed it down to Sixth and L.A. Maybe a Greyhound could be my way
Police and Niggers, that's right Don't need to buy none of your I don't need no bracelets Clamped in front of my back Just need my ticket; 'til then Won't you cut me some slack ?
Yeah, that's what you are You're one in a million, babe Maybe someday we'll see you You know we tried to reach you But you were much too high Much too high, much too high,
And think they'll do as they please Like start some mini Iran, Or spread some fuckin' disease They talk so many goddamn ways
And others say that's just me But it's been such a long time Since I knew right from wrong It's all the means to an end, I
Oo, you're a shooting star You're one in a million, babe Maybe someday we'll see you, Oo Oh, Before you make us cry You know we tried to reach you But you were much too high Much too high, Oo, much too high Much too high, huh, no, no, oh
Don't point your finger at me I'm a small town white boy Just tryin' to make ends meet Don't watch that much T.V. Just makin' my livin', baby Well that's enough for me
You're one in a million, babe Maybe someday we'll see you You know we tried to reach you But you were much too high Much too high, ow, much too high, Much too high, much too high Yeah, yeee, yeah, yeee, igh ! Much too high, ow, much too high Much too high, ah, much too high) More from Guns N' Roses