(Composição: Axl Rose, Izzy Stradlin) I'll take a nicotine, caffeine, sugar fix Jesus, don't ya get tired of turnin' tricks? But when your innocence dies you'll find the blues Seems all our heroes were born to lose Just walkin' through time, you believe this heat Another empty house, another dead end street Gonna rest my bones and sit for a spell This side of heaven, this close to hell Right next door to hell Why don't you write a letter to me? I said: I'm right next door to hell And so many eyes are on me Right next door to hell I got nowhere else to be Right next door to hell Feels like the walls are closing in on me My mama never really said much to me She was much to young and scared to be Hell, Freud might say that's what I need But all I really ever get is greed And most my friends they feel the same Hell, we don't even have ourselves to blame But times are hard and thrills are cheaper As your arms get shorter your pockets get deeper Right next door to hell Why don't you write a letter to me? I said I'm right next door to hell And so many eyes are on me Right next door to hell I never thought this is where I'd be But I'm right next door to hell Thinking time'll stand still for me Fuck you Bitch Not bad kids, just stupid ones Yeah, thought we'd own the world and getting used was having fun I said: We're not sad kids, just lucid ones Yeah, flowing through life, not collecting anyone So much out there, still so much to see Time's too much to handle, time's too much for me It drives me up the walls, drives me out of my mind Can you tell me what this means, huh?
