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L.A. Guns
Cuts [EP]
Style: Glam Rock. Year: 1992

TRACKLIST:


1. Night of the Cadillacs
2. Suffragette City
3. Ain't the Same '92
4. Papa's Got a Brand New Bag
5. Killer Mahari

Japanese tracklisting:
1. Love Song
2. Rock 'n' Roll Highschool
3. Night of the Cadillacs
4. Suffragette City
5. Ain't the Same '92
6. Papa's Got a Brand New Bag
7. Killer Mahari


Mick Cripps - Guitars
Michael 'Bones' Gershima - Drums
Tracii Guns - Guitars
Kelly Nickels - Bass
Phil Lewis - Vocals


LYRICA:


Original Lyrics:



1. Night of the Cadillacs

Blinded by a million shades
I couldn't see their eyes
I couldn't see their eyes
The eyes of the crazies who drive
I couldn't see their eyes
I couldn't see their eyes
Chrome and plastic wheeled star-fighters
Smiled the psycho pink late nighters
Taking terror to the west end
As the heroes from the east end
Come down to shake the street
On the night of the Cadillacs
On the night of the Cadillacs

Shaken by a certain vibe
I couldn't read their minds
I couldn't read their minds
The minds of the devils who ride
I couldn't read their minds
I couldn't read their minds
Gleam amp spray canned wild stallions
Manic horsemen drag technicians
Radiators eat the west end
More trophies for the east end
Come round to mince the meat
On the night of the Cadillacs
On the night of the Cadillacs

Salute as they go by
The ones about to die
Salute as they go by
The ones about to die

Driven by a rock and roll sound
I couldn't reach their ears
I couldn't reach their ears
Driven by a rock and roll sound
I couldn't reach their ears
I couldn't reach their ears
Pinkies versus sidewalk killers
Berserk ballet of taunting thrillers
Mad marauders for the west end
Dread the duellists from the east end
Come watch the new elite
On the night of the Cadillacs
On the night of the Cadillacs
On the night of the Cadillacs
On the night of the Cadillacs
On the night of the Cadillacs


2. Suffragette City

Hey man oh leave me alone, you know
Hey man oh Henry, get off the phone, I gotta
Hey man I gotta straighten my face
This mellow thighed chick just put my spine out of place

Hey man schooldays insane
Hey man my work's down the drain
Hey man she's total blam-blam
She said she had to squeeze it but she...but she...

Don't lean on me man, cause you can't afford the ticket
I'm back on Suffragette City
Don't lean on me man,
Cause you ain't got time to check it
You know my Suffragette City
Is outa sight...she's all right

Hey man, ah! Henry, don't be unkind, go way
Hey man ah! I can't take you this time, no way
Hey man ah! droogie don't crash here
There's only room for one and here she comes, here

Don't lean on me man, cause you can't afford the ticket
I'm back on Suffragette City
Don't lean on me man,
Cause you ain't got time to check it
You know my Suffragette City
Is outa sight...she's all right

Ah, hey man!

Don't lean on me man, cause you can't afford the ticket
I'm back on Suffragette City
Don't lean on me man,
Cause you ain't got time to check it
You know my Suffragette City
Is outa sight...she's all right

Wham Bam Thank You Ma'am!


3. Ain't the Same '92

Hey Baby, baby, you drive me crazy
I'm gonna leave you one more time
Don't try to stop me
Don't say you love me
I've gotta have my way this time

If I try hard enough
I'll live without your love
This time it's plain to see
That it's no good for you
It's no good for me

It just ain't the same without you
Now these nights are so long
It just ain't the same without you
Now I know I was wrong

I'm so sorry
I must have been crazy
How could I leave this love behind
I'm so lonely
Just like you told me
Take me back just one more time

It just ain't the same without you
Now these nights are so long
It just ain't the same without you
Now I know I was wrong


4. Papa's Got a Brand New Bag

Come here sister.....Papa's in the swing
He ain't too hip...about that new breed babe
He ain't no drag
Papa's got a brand new bag

Come here mama....and dig this crazy scene
He's not too fancy....but his line is pretty clean
He ain't no drag.
Papa's got a brand new bag

He's doing the Jerk....
He's doing the Fly
Don't play him cheap 'cause you know he ain't shy
He's doing the Monkey, the Mashed Potatoes, Jump back Jack, See you later alligator.

Come here sister
Papa's in the swing
He ain't too hip now
but I can dig that new breed babe;
He ain't no drag
He's got a brand new bag

Oh papa! He's doing the Jerk
Papa...he's doing the Jerk
He's doing the twist ... just like this,
He's doing the Fly ev'ry day and ev'ry night
The thing's....like the Boomerang.
Hey....come on
Hey! Hey.....come on
Hey! Hey....he's pu tight...out of sight...
Come on. Hey! Hey!


5. Killer Mahari

Whatcha gonna do, now he's after you
Whatcha gonna do, now he's after you
Whatcha gonna do, now he's after you
Whatcha gonna do, now he's after you

In death's darkest secret lair
He works throughout the night
On his next assassination
He plans by candlelight

He a killer like his father
It's what he does the best
With blade and gun and poison
He's gonna lay you down to rest

Runnin' like a cat on the eve of his last life
Knockin'like a fool at the cemetary gate
Shakin' in his shoes as the last set of bad rules
Pushes you to turn like a big mistake

Whatcha gonna do, now he's after you
Whatcha gonna do, now he's after you

His ways are swift and silent
If you're a mark, you won't survive
He always gets his victim
For kings and jealous wives

Don't matter who you are
A sinner or the blessedest
'Cause he's sly and cunnin' like a snake
And he'll lay you down to rest

Lookin' at yourself in the dirty black water
Prayin' to a god who no longer cares
Tryin' any way but you can't fight forgiveness
Takes your sweat and blood never been so scared

Whatcha gonna do, now he's after you
Whatcha gonna do, now he's after you

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

He's lean and mean and handsome
His touch is soft and sure
He's the Killer Mahari
Standin' by your door

In the deadest streets of Beirut
Frenchtown, New Orleans
His door is always open
Come in and take a seat

Runnin' like a cat on the eve of his last life
Knockin' like a fool at the cemetary gate
Shakin' in his shoes as the last set of bad rules
Pushes you to turn like your last mistake

Whatcha gonna do, now he's after you
Whatcha gonna do, now he's after you
Whatcha gonna do, now he's after you
Whatcha gonna do, now he's after you

He's the Killer Mahari
He's the Killer Mahari
He's the killer
He's the Killer Mahari



Japanese Lyrics:



1. Love Song

Ladies and gentlemen...how do.

Hey man, what's happening?

I'll be the ticket if you're my collector
I've charge the fare if you're my inspector
I'll be the luggage if you'll be the porter
I'll be the parcel if you'll be my sorter

Just for you here's a love song
Just for you here's a love song
And it makes me glad to say
It's been a lovely day
And it's okay

I'll be the mail you'll be the guard
I'll be the ink on your season ticket card
I'll be the rubbish you'll be the bin
I'll be the paint on the sign if you'll be the tin

Just for you here's a love song
Just for you here's a love song
And it makes me glad to say
It's been a lovely day
And it's okay


2. Rock 'n' Roll High School

Well I don't care about history.
Rock, rock, rock'n'roll high school
'Cause that's not where I wanna be.
Rock, rock, rock'n'roll high school
I just wanna have some kicks.
I just wanna get some chicks.
Rock, rock, rock, rock, rock'n'roll high school

Well the girls out there knock me out, you know.
Rock, rock, rock'n'roll high school
Cruisin' around in my GTO.
Rock, rock, rock'n'roll high school
I hate the teachers and the principal.
Don't wanna be taught to be no fool.
Rock, rock, rock, rock, rock'n'roll high school

Fun fun rock'n'roll highschool.
Fun fun rock'n'roll highschool.
Fun fun rock'n'roll highschool.
Fun fun, oh baby.


3. Night of the Cadillacs

Blinded by a million shades
I couldn't see their eyes
I couldn't see their eyes
The eyes of the crazies who drive
I couldn't see their eyes
I couldn't see their eyes
Chrome and plastic wheeled star-fighters
Smiled the psycho pink late nighters
Taking terror to the west end
As the heroes from the east end
Come down to shake the street
On the night of the Cadillacs
On the night of the Cadillacs

Shaken by a certain vibe
I couldn't read their minds
I couldn't read their minds
The minds of the devils who ride
I couldn't read their minds
I couldn't read their minds
Gleam amp spray canned wild stallions
Manic horsemen drag technicians
Radiators eat the west end
More trophies for the east end
Come round to mince the meat
On the night of the Cadillacs
On the night of the Cadillacs

Salute as they go by
The ones about to die
Salute as they go by
The ones about to die

Driven by a rock and roll sound
I couldn't reach their ears
I couldn't reach their ears
Driven by a rock and roll sound
I couldn't reach their ears
I couldn't reach their ears
Pinkies versus sidewalk killers
Berserk ballet of taunting thrillers
Mad marauders for the west end
Dread the duellists from the east end
Come watch the new elite
On the night of the Cadillacs
On the night of the Cadillacs
On the night of the Cadillacs
On the night of the Cadillacs
On the night of the Cadillacs


4. Suffragette City

Hey man oh leave me alone, you know
Hey man oh Henry, get off the phone, I gotta
Hey man I gotta straighten my face
This mellow thighed chick just put my spine out of place

Hey man schooldays insane
Hey man my work's down the drain
Hey man she's total blam-blam
She said she had to squeeze it but she...but she...

Don't lean on me man, cause you can't afford the ticket
I'm back on Suffragette City
Don't lean on me man,
Cause you ain't got time to check it
You know my Suffragette City
Is outa sight...she's all right

Hey man, ah! Henry, don't be unkind, go way
Hey man ah! I can't take you this time, no way
Hey man ah! droogie don't crash here
There's only room for one and here she comes, here

Don't lean on me man, cause you can't afford the ticket
I'm back on Suffragette City
Don't lean on me man,
Cause you ain't got time to check it
You know my Suffragette City
Is outa sight...she's all right

Ah, hey man!

Don't lean on me man, cause you can't afford the ticket
I'm back on Suffragette City
Don't lean on me man,
Cause you ain't got time to check it
You know my Suffragette City
Is outa sight...she's all right

Wham Bam Thank You Ma'am!


5. Ain't the Same

Hey Baby, baby, you drive me crazy
I'm gonna leave you one more time
Don't try to stop me
Don't say you love me
I've gotta have my way this time

If I try hard enough
I'll live without your love
This time it's plain to see
That it's no good for you
It's no good for me

It just ain't the same without you
Now these nights are so long
It just ain't the same without you
Now I know I was wrong

I'm so sorry
I must have been crazy
How could I leave this love behind
I'm so lonely
Just like you told me
Take me back just one more time

It just ain't the same without you
Now these nights are so long
It just ain't the same without you
Now I know I was wrong


6. Papa's Got a Brand New Bag

Come here sister.....Papa's in the swing
He ain't too hip...about that new breed babe
He ain't no drag
Papa's got a brand new bag

Come here mama....and dig this crazy scene
He's not too fancy....but his line is pretty clean
He ain't no drag.
Papa's got a brand new bag

He's doing the Jerk....
He's doing the Fly
Don't play him cheap 'cause you know he ain't shy
He's doing the Monkey, the Mashed Potatoes, Jump back Jack, See you later alligator.

Come here sister
Papa's in the swing
He ain't too hip now
but I can dig that new breed babe;
He ain't no drag
He's got a brand new bag

Oh papa! He's doing the Jerk
Papa...he's doing the Jerk
He's doing the twist ... just like this,
He's doing the Fly ev'ry day and ev'ry night
The thing's....like the Boomerang.
Hey....come on
Hey! Hey.....come on
Hey! Hey....he's pu tight...out of sight...
Come on. Hey! Hey!


7. Killer Mahari

Whatcha gonna do, now he's after you
Whatcha gonna do, now he's after you
Whatcha gonna do, now he's after you
Whatcha gonna do, now he's after you

In death's darkest secret lair
He works throughout the night
On his next assassination
He plans by candlelight

He a killer like his father
It's what he does the best
With blade and gun and poison
He's gonna lay you down to rest

Runnin' like a cat on the eve of his last life
Knockin'like a fool at the cemetary gate
Shakin' in his shoes as the last set of bad rules
Pushes you to turn like a big mistake

Whatcha gonna do, now he's after you
Whatcha gonna do, now he's after you

His ways are swift and silent
If you're a mark, you won't survive
He always gets his victim
For kings and jealous wives

Don't matter who you are
A sinner or the blessedest
'Cause he's sly and cunnin' like a snake
And he'll lay you down to rest

Lookin' at yourself in the dirty black water
Prayin' to a god who no longer cares
Tryin' any way but you can't fight forgiveness
Takes your sweat and blood never been so scared

Whatcha gonna do, now he's after you
Whatcha gonna do, now he's after you

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

He's lean and mean and handsome
His touch is soft and sure
He's the Killer Mahari
Standin' by your door

In the deadest streets of Beirut
Frenchtown, New Orleans
His door is always open
Come in and take a seat

Runnin' like a cat on the eve of his last life
Knockin' like a fool at the cemetary gate
Shakin' in his shoes as the last set of bad rules
Pushes you to turn like your last mistake

Whatcha gonna do, now he's after you
Whatcha gonna do, now he's after you
Whatcha gonna do, now he's after you
Whatcha gonna do, now he's after you

He's the Killer Mahari
He's the Killer Mahari
He's the killer
He's the Killer Mahari
Cuts [EP]



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