Velvet Revolver - Fall To Pieces Lyrics

Velvet Revolver - Fall To Pieces Video

It's been a long year

Since you've been gone

I've been alone here

I've grown old

I fall to pieces, I'm falling

Fell to pieces and I'm still falling

 

Every time I'm falling down

All alone I fall to pieces

 

I keep a journal of memories

I'm feeling lonely, I can't breathe

I fall to pieces, I'm falling

Fell to pieces and I'm still falling

 

Every time I'm falling down

All alone I fall to pieces

 

All the years I've tried

With more to go

Will the memories die

I'm waiting

Will I find you

Can I find you

We're falling down

I'm falling

 

-Solo-

 

Every time I'm falling down

All alone I fall to pieces

Every time I'm falling down

All alone I fall to pieces

Every time I'm falling down

All alone I fall to pieces

Every time I'm falling down

All alone I fall to pieces

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Velvet Revolver - Big Machine Lyrics

Velvet Revolver - Big Machine Video

I don't know

Because she says so

He's a faggot boy

The TV says so

He's a junkie piece of shit

Because he says so

 

All that first-class jet set

Brings me down, down, down

All that first-class drug shit

Brings me down, down, down

 

It's a big machine, it's a big machine

We're all slaves to a big machine

It's a big machine, it's a big machine

We're all slaves to a big machine

All tied up to a big machine

I got houses, got cars

I got a wife, I got kids

Got money in the bank

 

Get away without borders

I'm a slave, New World Order

I guess I chose to be

I guess I chose to be

I guess I chose to be

I guess I chose to be

 

All that first-class jet set

Brings me down, down, down

All that first-class drug shit

Brings me down, down, down

 

It's a big machine, it's a big machine

We're all slaves to a big machine

It's a big machine, it's a big machine

We're all slaves to a big machine

All tied up to a big machine

I got houses, got cars

I got a wife, I got kids

Got money in the bank

 

Hope I teach my son

How to be a man

Now before he hits 35

Comic book lives don't really

Have any real life do they now?

 

Hope I teach my son

How to be a man

Now before he hits 35

Comic book lives don't really

Have any real life do they now?

 

-Solo-

 

I don't know

Because she says so

He's a faggot boy

The TV says so

He's a junkie piece of shit

Because he says so

 

All that first-class jet set

Brings me down, down, down

All that first-class drug shit

Brings me down, down, down

 

It's a big machine, it's a big machine

We're all slaves to a big machine

It's a big machine, it's a big machine

We're all slaves to a big machine

All tied up to a big machine

I got houses, got cars

I got a wife, I got kids

Got money in the bank

 

We're all slaves to a big machine

We're all slaves to a big machine

We're all slaves to a big machine

We're all slaves to a big machine

 

-Solo-

 

It's a big machine, it's a big machine

We're all slaves to a big machine

It's a big machine, it's a big machine

We're all slaves to a big machine

All tied up to a big machine

I got houses, got cars

I got a wife, I got kids

Got money in the bank

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