Hang On To Yourself
She's a tongue twisting storm
She will come to the show tonight,
Praying to the light machine
She wants my money, not my honey,
She's a funky thigh collector
Laying on electric dreams
Come on, come on,
We've really got a good thing going
Come on, come on,
If you think we're gonna make it,
You better hang on to yourself
We can't dance, don't talk too much, just ball and play,
We move around like tigers on vaseline
Oh, the bitter comes out better on a stolen guitar,
You're blessed, we're the spiders from Mars
Come on, come on,
We've really got a good thing going
Come on, come on,
If you think we're gonna make it,
You better hang on to yourself
Yeah...
Come on, come on,
We've really got a good thing going
Come on, come on,
If you think we're gonna make it,
You better hang on to yourself
Come on, come on,
We've really got a good thing going
Come on, come on,
If you think we're gonna make it,
You better hang on to yourself
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Come on, come on
Come on, come on
Come on, come on
Come on, come on
Come on, come on
Come on, come on
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Gilby Clarke:
