Guns N' Roses I Don't Care About You / Look At Your Game, Girl

Yeah!

I'm from South Philadelphia up on Avenue C

I've seen empty hands that was waitin' to freeze

Up from the power at home

 

I don't care about you

Fuck you!

I don't care about you

Fuck you!

 

I've seen Hollywood Boulevard

Welfare hotel

And I spent the night in jail

At the Wilcox Hotel

 

I don't care about you

Fuck you!

I don't care about you

 

I've seen an old man have a heart attack in Manhattan

Well he died while we just stood there lookin' at him

Ain't he cute?

 

I don't care about you

Fuck you!

I don't care about you

 

I seen mad rollin' drunks

I seen bodies in the streets

I saw a man who was sleepin' in his own puke

And a man with no legs crawlin' down

Fifth Street tryin' just to get somethin' to eat

 

I don't care about you

Fuck you!

I don't care about you

Fuck you!

I don't care about you

Fuck you!

I don't care about you

 
Fuck you!
 

Uh, that hurt man

Alright

Perfect

 
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There's a time for living

Time keeps on flying

Think you're loving baby

But all your doing is crying

 

Can you feel

Are those feelings real

Look at your game, girl

Look at your game, girl

 

What a mad delusion

Living in that confusion

Frustration and doubt

Can you ever live without the game

 

The sad, sad game

Mad game

Just to say loves' not enough

If it can't be true

Oh, you can tell those lies baby but you're only fooling you

 

Can you feel

Are those feelings real

Look at your game, girl

Look at your game, girl

 

Can you feel

I know those feelings ain't real

Then you better stop trying

Or you're gonna play crying

Stop trying

Or you're gonna play crying

Stop trying

 

That's the game

Sad sad game

Mad game

Sad game

 

Thanks, Charles

Jack