Perfect Crime (Live In London, Wembley Stadium - August 31, 1991)

Lyrics

[Spoken Word Intro] [?], Wembley! You wanted the best, but they didn't fucking make it Here's what you get, from Hollywood Guns N' Roses! [Intro: Matt Sorum, Axl Rose] One, two One, two, three, four Oh! [Verse 1] Kickin' back in the shadow Got no need for the light Who's sorry now, old-timer? Look at how you've spent your life Scrounging for change to put some money in your pocket My, how scratch does burn Laughing at the suckers as you piss it away But I got the time and I got the muscle I got the need to lay it all on the line I ain't afraid of your smokescreen hustle [Chorus] It's a perfect crime Goddamnit, it's a perfect crime Motherfucker, it's a perfect crime I said it's perfect [Verse 2] Keep the demons down and drag the skeletons out I got a blind man following me in chains He's fun to watch when the world has stopped I think he got something to say Wanna fuck with me? Don't fuck with me I'm what you'll be So don't fuck with me If you had better sense You'd just step aside from the [Chorus] Bad side of me Don't fuck with the bad side of me Stay away from the bad side of me Don't fuck with the bad side [Bridge] (T minus 1:09 and counting) Ostracized But that's alright I was thinking about something myself One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight [Guitar Solo] [Verse 3] Call on everybody who got last rites Better if you locked them away Running through the visions at the speed of light [Chorus] Let me be Goddamnit, just let me be Motherfucker, just let me be Don't you know you better let me [Outro] Perfect crime Goddamnit, it's a perfect crime Mother fucker, it's a perfect crime Perfect crime!