Texty: Slash's Snakepit. It's Five O'Clock Somewhere. Beggars & Hangers-on.

Well I know, you couldn't love me
Cause you're promised to a
wealthy man
Take a look, what are you seein'?
Is that a noose or a wedding band

Should I go to see a healer
Nervous twitchin' in my hands
Nervous twitchin' in my head

God help me rid this feelin'
Cause I'm fallin' all to pieces
And I can't get out of bed

Beggars and hangers-on
Try to take you from me
Someone with a Bible in his pocket
Clouding everything you see
Beggars and hangers-on
They chip it away
Bury your soul in the river
Cause the end is here to stay

God help me rid this feelin'
Cause I'm fallin' all to pieces
And I can't get out of bed


I was wrong
I don't need you
It seems reckless
And unfair
Better days
Are far behind
Guess that's another cross
I'll have to bear

I know that there's a time
and a reason
To take the ghost and lock it up inside
And maybe I am down
But I'm not beaten
Like anything
We were born to die

Beggars and hangers-on
Try to take you from me
Someone with a Bible in his pocket

Clouding everything you see
Beggars and hangers-on
They chip it away
Bury your soul in the river
Cause the end is here to stay
Beggars and hangers-on
Beggars and hangers-on
No no no no
No no no no
No no no no

(Thanks to ganzina for these lyrics)