Lyrics

Lay me down in a field of Guns N' Roses Where the cowboy mouths whistle needle in the hay I'm not the bad guy, I must confess I needed someone to help me clean up the mess Where we lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lied Where we lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lied Where we lied Hotel Chеlsea suicide Sounds romantic in the moment Watch the loved ones cry form the best seats in the house Butcher and baker, child of the corn Sleepy and naked, her body's still warm Where we lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lied Where we lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lied Where we lied Motel Melody Lay me down in a field of Guns N' Roses Where the cowboy mouths whistle needle in the hay Where we lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lied Where we lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lied Where we lied Oh yeah at the hotel where we lied (lie, lie, lie, lied) At the motel where we lie (lie, lie, lie, lied) At the motel where we lied