Field of Guns N’ Roses

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