(written by: Slash / Matt Sorum / E. Dover )
|
Skinny kid flippin' out A prissy little thing with a tan Was an outcast in the basement Tryin' anything he can The skirts spit words like razor blades To keep him off their trail He keeps a chant of silence For a moment in his cell
|
|
The dirty rat is sellin' things he can't afford He leaves his misery to play In the Soma City Ward Soma City Ward
|
|
Pieces of the son-of-a-bitch Float around the crowd He wears his bad intentions like a cape or a shroud Then he blew his mind on Drano From his third story hotel room Yeah he missed the pool by inches So he won't be walkin' soon
|
|
The dirty rat is seein' things he can't ignore He left is body for a day In the Soma City Ward Soma City Ward
|
|
All these people in his head Sayin' to jump out and you'll be free Come sleep in my demon bed Hope that you want it as bad as me
|
|
The dirty rat is seein' things he can't ignore He leaves his misery to play In the Soma City Ward Soma City Ward Soma City Ward
|
|
-----------------
|
Soma City Ward
|
| Slash's Snakepit |
