Skid Row (71,47 %)
Slave to the Grind (81,79 %)
In collection
Released: 1991-06-11
Type: Studio
Type: Studio
Ranking:
Artist:
1
Year (1991):
11
Decade (1990's):
49
Overall:
255
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1.
Monkey Business
 04:18
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2.
Slave to the Grind
03:30
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3.
The Threat
 03:50
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4.
Quicksand Jesus
 05:26
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5.
Psycho Love
03:57
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6.
Get the Fuck Out
 02:43
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7.
Livin' on a Chain Gang
03:58
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8.
Creepshow
03:58
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9.
In a Darkened Room
03:55
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10.
Riot Act
 02:40
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11.
Mudkicker
03:53
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12.
Wasted Time
05:49
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Album length:
47:57
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Lyrics |
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1.
Monkey Business
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Outside my window there's a whole lot of trouble comin' The cartoon killers and the rag cover clones Stack heels kickin' rhythm of social circumcision Can't close the closet on the shoe box full of bones Kangaroo lady with her bourbon in a pouch Can't afford the rental on a bamboo couch Collecting back her favors 'cause her well is running dry I know her act is terminal, but she ain't gonna die Slim intoxicado drinkin' dime store hooch Is always in a circle with his part-time pooch Little creepy's playing dollies in the New York rain Thinkin' Bowie's just a knife Ooh, the pain, I ain't seen the sun since I don't know when The freaks come out at nine and it's twenty to ten What's this funk that you call junk To me it's just monkey business Blind man in the vox that will probably die The village kids laugh as they walk by A psycho on the edge of this human garbage dump And the vultures in the sewers are telling Him to jump into the fire from the frying pan Tripping on his tounge for a cool place to stand Where's this shade that you've got it made To me it's just monkey business Monkey business - slippin' on the track Monkey business - jungle in black Ain't your business if I got no monkey on my back Monkey business - slippin' on the track Monkey business - jungle in black Ain't your business if I got no monkey on my back The vaseline gypsies and silicone souls Dressed to the society Hypocrite heartbeat and cheap alibis Can't get you by that monkey Monkey business - slippin' on the track Monkey business - jungle in black Ain't your business if I got no monkey on my back Monkey business - slippin' on the track Monkey business - jungle in black Ain't your business if I got no monkey on my back |
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2.
Slave to the Grind
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You got me forced to crack my lids in two I'm still stuck inside this rubber room I gotta punch the clock that leads the blind I'm just another gear in the assembly line - oh no The noose gets tighter around my throat But I ain't at the end of my rope 'cause I won't be the one left behind Can't be king of the world If you're slave to the grind Tear down the rat racial slime Can't be king of the world If you're slave to the grind A routine injection, a lethal dose But my day in the sun ain't even close There's no need to waste your prayers on me You better mark my words c'ause I'm history Yes indeed You might beg for mercy to get by But I'd rather tear this thorn from my side I won't be the one left behind Can't be king of the world If you're slave to the grind Tear down the rat racial slime Can't be king of the world If you're slave to the grind They swallowed thier daggers by turning their trick They tore my intentions apart brick by brick I'm sick of the jive You talk verbal insecticide They swallowed thier daggers by turning their trick They tore my intentions apart brick by brick I'm sick of the jive You talk verbal insecticide I won't be the one left behind Can't be king of the world If you're slave to the grind Tear down the rat racial slime Can't be king of the world If you're slave to the grind I said slave to the grind Slave to the grind Slave to the grind |
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3.
The Threat
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I've been convicted with and without reason Tarred and feathered like a piper on a killing spree And felt the anger of generations And been a target for a cheap shots of authority So you think you cut me down to size Well there's something you should realize It's gonna take more than a break in the law To make me smile pretty for the wreckin' ball Won't beg, won't bleed The end of sacrifice is a threat to society Hard line, you'll see Once you've made a mark, you've made a threat to society I wasn't put there to be treated Like some disease you hoped would go away if left alone You can sweep me under the carpet But, I'll still infect your need to use me as a steppin' stone So you think you cut me down to size Well there's something you should realize It's gonna take more than a break in the law To make me smile pretty for the wreckin' ball Won't beg, won't bleed The end of sacrifice is a threat to society Hard line, you'll see Once you've made a mark, you've made a threat to society So you think you cut me down to size Well there's something you should realize It's gonna take more than a break in the law To make me smile pretty for the wreckin' ball |
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Quicksand Jesus
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She caught the melting sky It burned but still the winter passes by and by To the other side A slow parade of wind That blows through threes that wilted With the season's children Are we saved by the words of bastard saints Do we live in fear or faith Tell me now who's behind the rain A maze of tangled grace The symptoms of for real are crumbling from embrace But still we chase The shadows of belief And new religion clouds our visions of the roots Of our souls Are we ashamed of our own fate Or play the fool for our own sake Tell me who's behind the rain What do we need where do we go When we get where we don't know Why should we doubt the virgin white of fallen snow When faith's our shelter from the cold Quicksand Jesus, I'm so far away without you Quicksand Jesus, I'm so far away without you Quicksand Jesus, I'm so far away Quicksand Jesus, I need you Quicksand Jesus, I belive you Quicksand Jesus, I'm so far away |
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5.
Psycho Love
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Check out Clementine Cleanin' needles in her wine Face down in her one-eyed world With her brain-dead valentine She'll be your zombie, your livin' dead Her sweet corruption It's gonna make you, gonna break you Ohh yeah, she said... Haunt my house of pain And feel my psycho love We'll shine and pray for rain To heal my psycho love Legs at ten and two Chain her down that's what you do King Tut and snake-eyed slut In the pink but screamin' blue I'll taste your crazy, you smell insane I'm just another ghost Inside your spirits hall of fame Haunt my house of pain And feel my psycho love We'll shine and pray for rain To heal my psycho love As the warm smooth soul Chases through the cold silence of a body A body of touch not feel One question is she a stone in the devil's garden Or a speck in an angel's dust Ashes to ashes And lust to lust She'll teach you true love Watchin' you turn blue love She'll wrap you in a chokehold And suck your spirit dry |
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6.
Get the Fuck Out
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Your jokes ain't funny and there's notin' you say That I wanna hear The sound of the door slammin' your ass out Is music to my ears If I can't beat you then I'm gonna beat you To a pulp So can the TV rays and take my tonsil glaze Right down your throat You're standin' too close what the fuck's with you, You ain't my old lady and you ain't a tattoo No need to whimper, no need to shout This party's over, so get the fuck out Get the fuck out Well I puke, I stink bitch give me a drink 'Cause I'm payin' for the room I ain't buying you breakfast So keep your mouth busy and wrap your lips All around my attitude Take a walk with me with your triple double D's And your 40-foot do Why you walkin' funny you must have spent some time With the boys in the crew You're standin' too close what the fuck's with you, You ain't my old lady and you ain't a tattoo No need to whimper, no need to shout This party's over, so get the fuck out Get the fuck out The morning's comin' and this is my bed If I find you here when I wake up The maid is gonna find me dead You're standin' too close what the fuck's with you, You ain't my old lady and you ain't a tattoo No need to whimper, no need to shout This party's over, so get the fuck out Get the fuck out Get the fuck out Get the fuck out |
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Livin' on a Chain Gang
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Turn on the TV, 'cause I got nowhere to go Seems that there's a little trouble down in Mexico A 13-year-old boy robs a store so he can eat And they got him doing time while killers walk the streets A hungry politician is the wolf that's at the door Hell-bent submission and feedin' on the poor We could stare into the sun if we would open up your eyes But we paint ourselves into a corner colored in white lies Busted on the rockpile - getting dusted in the heat Shackled to the system - and draggin' my feet I'm riding on a breakdown - another whiteknuckled shakedown Feels like I'm livin' on a chain gang I'm riding on a breakdown - a suicidal shakedown Feels like I'm on a chain gang A con man's intuition can wash your sins away Send your contribution and he'll save your soul today What can he know, has he been through hell and back He takes the cash and drives it home in a brand new Cadillac Spitting at the guard dog, burning in his wicked deal Screamin' down the railroad with no one at the wheel I'm riding on a breakdown - another whiteknuckled shakedown Feels like I'm livin' on a chain gang I'm riding on a breakdown - a suicidal shakedown Feels like I'm on a chain gang Faith healin', superstition Cold blooded criminal mind Getting off on high position Hey brother can you spare a dime To get me off this slaughter line I'm riding on a breakdown - another whiteknuckled shakedown Feels like I'm livin' on a chain gang I'm riding on a breakdown - a suicidal shakedown |
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Creepshow
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Zoned out afternoon Let's catch "who's on top of who" Tell it like it is 'Cause it isn't anyway Much to my surprise I caught it right between the thighs My sweet little sister Was layin' me away My jaw dropped dead to the table She put my cool in shock Crack kills and blood spills baby But psychos, dykes and transvestites Are on the choppin' block Oh no - I saw my baby on the creepshow Out on - spillin' my guts on the news Oh no - I caught my woman on the creepshow Hit me with a shovel 'cause I can't believe that I dug you She filled my boots with lead Was it something that I said A picture paints a thousand ugly words Baby's acting tough Check out my fisticuffs That's just what she deserves I can't flip from the station Can't unplug what's done Her six-foot-deep temptation She nicked my skin, and then kicked me in And then she buried me for fun Oh no - I saw my baby on the creepshow Out on - spillin' my guts on the news Oh no - I caught my woman on the creepshow Hit me with a shovel 'cause I can't believe that I dug you My jaw dropped dead to the table She put my cool in shock Crack kills and blood spills baby But psychos, dykes and transvestites Are on the choppin' block |
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In a Darkened Room
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In a darkened room, beyond the reach of God's faith Lies the wounded, the shattered remains of love betrayed And the innocense of a child is bought and sold In the name of the damned, the rage of the angels left silent and cold Forgive me please for I know not what I do How can I keep inside the hurt I know is true Tell me when the kiss of love becomes a lie That bears the scar of sin too deep To hide behind this fear of running unto you Please let there be light In a darkened room All the precious times have been put to rest again And the smile of the dawn brings tainted lust singing my requiem Can I face the day when I'm tortured in my trust And watch it crystalize while my salvation crumples to dust Why can't I steer the ship before it hits the storm I've fallen to the sea but still I swim for shore Tell me when the kiss of love becomes a lie That bears the scar of sin too deep To hide behind this fear of running unto you Please let there be light In a darkened room |
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10.
Riot Act
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I never wanted to be President 'Cause it's nothin' but an ego trip I didn't want your education 'Cause it's nothin' but a pile of shit You bore me to death so shut up for God's sake Stop readin' me the riot act While my brains are still intact You say it's raining, but you're pissin' down my back So stop readin' me the riot act I couldn't listen to a word you said This goin' nowhere thing is wearin' thin When your sex, your drugs and your valedic' Is just the spit I wipe off my chin I'd rather go nowhere than not know where it's at Stop readin' me the riot act While my brains are still intact You say it's raining, but you're pissin' down my back So stop readin' me the riot act I never wanted to be President 'Cause it's nothin' but an ego trip, yeah I didn't want your education 'Cause it's nothin' but a pile of shit You bore me to death so shut up for God's sake Stop readin' me the riot act While my brains are still intact You say it's raining, but you're pissin' down my back So stop readin' me the riot act Stop readin' me the riot act While my brains are still intact You say it's raining, but you're pissin' down my back So stop readin' me the riot act The riot act |
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11.
Mudkicker
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We stand accused but you lie Varicose veined finger Prejudiced evil mind The young get stronger Free living fast But you're a sapsucker You ain't gonna last Your twisted mouths feed the minds of babes Taught from birth it's crime that pays One man's fortune is another man's pain But that's how you play the game I ain't the child of your disgrace You're mudkickin' into my face I've healed the wounds, been crucified Mudkicker kick Ha! here's mud in your eye Ladies and gentlemen and members of the jury All rise, 'cause here comes the boss He's your big brother the silver tongued doublecross His collar starched white, big black briefcase held tight It holds the power to your deceive The corporation blue sedan Behind the wheel Mr. Business-man He thinks he's got the upper hand But he misunderstands I ain't the child of your disgrace You're mudkickin' into my face I've healed the wounds, been crucified Mudkicker kick I ain't the child of your disgrace Quit mudkickin' into my face I've healed the wounds, been crucified Mudkicker kick Wow! Here's mud in your eye Your prestige is clear as day But I can scrape the sewer bilge and see the same The young get stronger, free living fast But you're a sapsucker you ain't gonna last |
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12.
Wasted Time
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You and I together in our lives Sacred ties would never fray Then why can't I let myself tell lies And watch you die every day I think back to the times When dreams were what mattered Tough talking youth naïvety You said you'd never let me down But the horse stampedes and rages In the name of desperation Is it all just wasted time Can you look at yourself When you think of what you left behind Is it all just wasted time Can you live with yourself When you think of what you left behind Paranoid delusions they haunt you Where's my friend I used to know He's all alone He's buried deep within a carcass Searching for a soul Can you feel me inside Your heart as it's bleeding Why can't you believe you can be loved I hear you scream in agony And the horse stampedes and rages In the name of desperation Is it all just wasted time Can you look at yourself When you think of what you left behind Is it all just wasted time Can you live with yourself When you think of what you left behind You said you'd never let me down But the horse stampedes and rages In the name of desperation Is it all just wasted time Can you look at yourself When you think of what you left behind Is it all just wasted time Can you live with yourself When you think of what you left behind The sun will rise again The earth will turn to sand Creation's colors seem to fade to grey And you'll see the sickly hands of time Will write your final rhyme And end a memory I never thought you'd let it get this far, boy |