United StatesSkid Row

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Artist rating: 64.24 % (ranking: 159)
Highest rating: 69.35 % (1991)
Most recent trend: 66.53 % (1992)
Highest trend: 73.44 % (1991)

Albums
Songs (A-Ö)

Statistics

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Formed: 1986

Formed 35 years ago
 

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Members

Rob Affuso, Sebastian Bach, Rachel Bolan, Scotti Hill, Dave Sabo

Genres

1989
72.64 %
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
1992
54.22 %

Slave to the Grind

Skid Row - Slave to the Grind
80.19 %
(2009-12-13)
Release date: 1991-06-11
Type: studio
Genres:

In collection: LP (2005-12-09)/CD
 
Average song length: 04:00
Average song rating:

Ranking

Skid Row:
1
/
2
Year (1991):
12
/
57
Decade (1990's):
53
/
471
Overall:
239
/
2642

Tracks

Credits

Band members

Rob Affuso
drums, percussion
Rachel Bolan
bass, backing vocals
Scotti Hill
lead guitar, rhythm guitar, backing vocals
Dave Sabo
rhythm guitar, lead guitar, backing vocals

Lyrics

Monkey Business
04:18
Outside my window there's a whole lot of trouble comin'
The cartoon killers and the rag cover clones
Stack heels kickin' rhythm of social circumcision
Can't close the closet on the shoe box full of bones

Kangaroo lady with her bourbon in a pouch
Can't afford the rental on a bamboo couch
Collecting back her favors 'cause her well is running dry
I know her act is terminal, but she ain't gonna die

Slim intoxicado drinkin' dime store hooch
Is always in a circle with his part-time pooch
Little creepy's playing dollies in the New York rain
Thinkin' Bowie's just a knife

Ooh, the pain, I ain't seen the sun since I don't know when
The freaks come out at nine and it's twenty to ten
What's this funk that you call junk
To me it's just monkey business

Blind man in the vox that will probably die
The village kids laugh as they walk by
A psycho on the edge of this human garbage dump
And the vultures in the sewers are telling

Him to jump into the fire from the frying pan
Tripping on his tounge for a cool place to stand
Where's this shade that you've got it made
To me it's just monkey business

Monkey business - slippin' on the track
Monkey business - jungle in black
Ain't your business if I got no monkey on my back
Monkey business - slippin' on the track
Monkey business - jungle in black
Ain't your business if I got no monkey on my back

The vaseline gypsies and silicone souls
Dressed to the society
Hypocrite heartbeat and cheap alibis
Can't get you by that monkey

Monkey business - slippin' on the track
Monkey business - jungle in black
Ain't your business if I got no monkey on my back
Monkey business - slippin' on the track
Monkey business - jungle in black
Ain't your business if I got no monkey on my back
Slave to the Grind
03:30
You got me forced to crack my lids in two
I'm still stuck inside this rubber room
I gotta punch the clock that leads the blind
I'm just another gear in the assembly line - oh no

The noose gets tighter around my throat
But I ain't at the end of my rope 'cause

I won't be the one left behind
Can't be king of the world
If you're slave to the grind
Tear down the rat racial slime
Can't be king of the world
If you're slave to the grind

A routine injection, a lethal dose
But my day in the sun ain't even close
There's no need to waste your prayers on me
You better mark my words c'ause I'm history
Yes indeed

You might beg for mercy to get by
But I'd rather tear this thorn from my side

I won't be the one left behind
Can't be king of the world
If you're slave to the grind
Tear down the rat racial slime
Can't be king of the world
If you're slave to the grind

They swallowed thier daggers by turning their trick
They tore my intentions apart brick by brick
I'm sick of the jive
You talk verbal insecticide

They swallowed thier daggers by turning their trick
They tore my intentions apart brick by brick
I'm sick of the jive
You talk verbal insecticide

I won't be the one left behind
Can't be king of the world
If you're slave to the grind
Tear down the rat racial slime
Can't be king of the world
If you're slave to the grind
I said slave to the grind
Slave to the grind
Slave to the grind
The Threat
03:50
I've been convicted with and without reason
Tarred and feathered like a piper on a killing spree
And felt the anger of generations
And been a target for a cheap shots of authority

So you think you cut me down to size
Well there's something you should realize
It's gonna take more than a break in the law
To make me smile pretty for the wreckin' ball

Won't beg, won't bleed
The end of sacrifice is a threat to society
Hard line, you'll see
Once you've made a mark, you've made a threat to society

I wasn't put there to be treated
Like some disease you hoped would go away if left alone
You can sweep me under the carpet
But, I'll still infect your need to use me as a steppin' stone

So you think you cut me down to size
Well there's something you should realize
It's gonna take more than a break in the law
To make me smile pretty for the wreckin' ball

Won't beg, won't bleed
The end of sacrifice is a threat to society
Hard line, you'll see
Once you've made a mark, you've made a threat to society

So you think you cut me down to size
Well there's something you should realize
It's gonna take more than a break in the law
To make me smile pretty for the wreckin' ball
Quicksand Jesus
05:26
She caught the melting sky
It burned but still the winter passes by and by
To the other side

A slow parade of wind
That blows through threes that wilted
With the season's children

Are we saved by the words of bastard saints
Do we live in fear or faith
Tell me now who's behind the rain

A maze of tangled grace
The symptoms of for real are crumbling from embrace
But still we chase

The shadows of belief
And new religion clouds our visions of the roots
Of our souls

Are we ashamed of our own fate
Or play the fool for our own sake
Tell me who's behind the rain

What do we need where do we go
When we get where we don't know
Why should we doubt the virgin white of fallen snow
When faith's our shelter from the cold

Quicksand Jesus, I'm so far away without you
Quicksand Jesus, I'm so far away without you
Quicksand Jesus, I'm so far away

Quicksand Jesus, I need you
Quicksand Jesus, I belive you
Quicksand Jesus, I'm so far away
Psycho Love
03:57
Check out Clementine
Cleanin' needles in her wine
Face down in her one-eyed world
With her brain-dead valentine

She'll be your zombie, your livin' dead
Her sweet corruption
It's gonna make you, gonna break you
Ohh yeah, she said...

Haunt my house of pain
And feel my psycho love
We'll shine and pray for rain
To heal my psycho love

Legs at ten and two
Chain her down that's what you do
King Tut and snake-eyed slut
In the pink but screamin' blue

I'll taste your crazy, you smell insane
I'm just another ghost
Inside your spirits hall of fame

Haunt my house of pain
And feel my psycho love
We'll shine and pray for rain
To heal my psycho love

As the warm smooth soul
Chases through the cold silence of a body
A body of touch not feel
One question is she a stone in the devil's garden
Or a speck in an angel's dust
Ashes to ashes
And lust to lust

She'll teach you true love
Watchin' you turn blue love
She'll wrap you in a chokehold
And suck your spirit dry
Get the Fuck Out
02:43
Your jokes ain't funny and there's
notin' you say
That I wanna hear
The sound of the door slammin'
your ass out
Is music to my ears

If I can't beat you then
I'm gonna beat you
To a pulp
So can the TV rays and take
my tonsil glaze
Right down your throat

You're standin' too close what the
fuck's with you,
You ain't my old lady and
you ain't a tattoo
No need to whimper, no need to shout
This party's over, so get the fuck out
Get the fuck out

Well I puke, I stink bitch give me a drink
'Cause I'm payin' for the room
I ain't buying you breakfast
So keep your mouth busy and
wrap your lips
All around my attitude

Take a walk with me with your triple
double D's
And your 40-foot do
Why you walkin' funny you must have
spent some time
With the boys in the crew

You're standin' too close what the
fuck's with you,
You ain't my old lady and
you ain't a tattoo
No need to whimper, no need to shout
This party's over, so get the fuck out
Get the fuck out

The morning's comin' and
this is my bed
If I find you here when I wake up
The maid is gonna find me dead

You're standin' too close what the
fuck's with you,
You ain't my old lady and
you ain't a tattoo
No need to whimper, no need to shout
This party's over, so get the fuck out
Get the fuck out
Get the fuck out
Get the fuck out
Livin' on a Chain Gang
03:58
Turn on the TV, 'cause I got nowhere to go
Seems that there's a little trouble down in Mexico
A 13-year-old boy robs a store so he can eat
And they got him doing time while killers walk the streets

A hungry politician is the wolf that's at the door
Hell-bent submission and feedin' on the poor
We could stare into the sun if we would open up your eyes
But we paint ourselves into a corner colored in white lies

Busted on the rockpile - getting dusted in the heat
Shackled to the system - and draggin' my feet

I'm riding on a breakdown - another whiteknuckled shakedown
Feels like I'm livin' on a chain gang
I'm riding on a breakdown - a suicidal shakedown
Feels like I'm on a chain gang

A con man's intuition can wash your sins away
Send your contribution and he'll save your soul today
What can he know, has he been through hell and back
He takes the cash and drives it home in a brand new Cadillac

Spitting at the guard dog, burning in his wicked deal
Screamin' down the railroad with no one at the wheel

I'm riding on a breakdown - another whiteknuckled shakedown
Feels like I'm livin' on a chain gang
I'm riding on a breakdown - a suicidal shakedown
Feels like I'm on a chain gang

Faith healin', superstition
Cold blooded criminal mind
Getting off on high position
Hey brother can you spare a dime
To get me off this slaughter line

I'm riding on a breakdown - another whiteknuckled shakedown
Feels like I'm livin' on a chain gang
I'm riding on a breakdown - a suicidal shakedown
Creepshow
03:58
Zoned out afternoon
Let's catch "who's on top of who"
Tell it like it is
'Cause it isn't anyway

Much to my surprise
I caught it right between the thighs
My sweet little sister
Was layin' me away

My jaw dropped dead to the table
She put my cool in shock
Crack kills and blood spills baby
But psychos, dykes and transvestites
Are on the choppin' block

Oh no - I saw my baby on the creepshow
Out on - spillin' my guts on the news
Oh no - I caught my woman on the creepshow
Hit me with a shovel 'cause I can't believe that I dug you

She filled my boots with lead
Was it something that I said
A picture paints a thousand ugly words

Baby's acting tough
Check out my fisticuffs
That's just what she deserves

I can't flip from the station
Can't unplug what's done
Her six-foot-deep temptation
She nicked my skin, and then kicked me in
And then she buried me for fun

Oh no - I saw my baby on the creepshow
Out on - spillin' my guts on the news
Oh no - I caught my woman on the creepshow
Hit me with a shovel 'cause I can't believe that I dug you

My jaw dropped dead to the table
She put my cool in shock
Crack kills and blood spills baby
But psychos, dykes and transvestites
Are on the choppin' block
In a Darkened Room
03:55
In a darkened room, beyond the reach of God's faith
Lies the wounded, the shattered remains of love betrayed
And the innocense of a child is bought and sold
In the name of the damned, the rage of the angels left silent and cold

Forgive me please for I know not what I do
How can I keep inside the hurt I know is true

Tell me when the kiss of love becomes a lie
That bears the scar of sin too deep
To hide behind this fear of running unto you
Please let there be light
In a darkened room

All the precious times have been put to rest again
And the smile of the dawn brings tainted lust singing my requiem
Can I face the day when I'm tortured in my trust
And watch it crystalize while my salvation crumples to dust

Why can't I steer the ship before it hits the storm
I've fallen to the sea but still I swim for shore

Tell me when the kiss of love becomes a lie
That bears the scar of sin too deep
To hide behind this fear of running unto you
Please let there be light
In a darkened room
Riot Act
02:40
I never wanted to be President
'Cause it's nothin' but an ego trip
I didn't want your education
'Cause it's nothin' but a pile of shit

You bore me to death so shut up for God's sake

Stop readin' me the riot act
While my brains are still intact
You say it's raining, but you're pissin' down my back
So stop readin' me the riot act

I couldn't listen to a word you said
This goin' nowhere thing is wearin' thin
When your sex, your drugs and your valedic'
Is just the spit I wipe off my chin

I'd rather go nowhere than not know where it's at

Stop readin' me the riot act
While my brains are still intact
You say it's raining, but you're pissin' down my back
So stop readin' me the riot act

I never wanted to be President
'Cause it's nothin' but an ego trip, yeah
I didn't want your education
'Cause it's nothin' but a pile of shit

You bore me to death so shut up for God's sake

Stop readin' me the riot act
While my brains are still intact
You say it's raining, but you're pissin' down my back
So stop readin' me the riot act

Stop readin' me the riot act
While my brains are still intact
You say it's raining, but you're pissin' down my back
So stop readin' me the riot act

The riot act
Mudkicker
03:53
We stand accused but you lie
Varicose veined finger
Prejudiced evil mind
The young get stronger
Free living fast
But you're a sapsucker
You ain't gonna last

Your twisted mouths feed the minds of babes
Taught from birth it's crime that pays
One man's fortune is another man's pain
But that's how you play the game

I ain't the child of your disgrace
You're mudkickin' into my face
I've healed the wounds, been crucified
Mudkicker kick
Ha! here's mud in your eye

Ladies and gentlemen and members of the jury
All rise, 'cause here comes the boss
He's your big brother the silver tongued doublecross
His collar starched white, big black briefcase held tight
It holds the power to your deceive

The corporation blue sedan
Behind the wheel Mr. Business-man
He thinks he's got the upper hand
But he misunderstands

I ain't the child of your disgrace
You're mudkickin' into my face
I've healed the wounds, been crucified
Mudkicker kick

I ain't the child of your disgrace
Quit mudkickin' into my face
I've healed the wounds, been crucified
Mudkicker kick
Wow! Here's mud in your eye

Your prestige is clear as day
But I can scrape the sewer bilge and see the same
The young get stronger, free living fast
But you're a sapsucker you ain't gonna last
Wasted Time
05:49
You and I together in our lives
Sacred ties would never fray
Then why can't I let myself tell lies
And watch you die every day

I think back to the times
When dreams were what mattered
Tough talking youth naïvety

You said you never let me down
But the horse stampedes and rages
In the name of desperation

Is it all just wasted time
Can you look at yourself
When you think of what you left behind
Is it all just wasted time
Can you live with yourself
When you think of what you left behind

Paranoid delusions they haunt you
Where's my friend I used to know
He's all alone
He's buried deep within a carcass
Searching for a soul

Can you feel me inside
Your heart as it's bleeding
Why can't you belive you can't be loved

I hear you scream in agony
And the horse stampedes and rages
In the name of desperation

Is it all just wasted time
Can you look at yourself
When you think of what you left behind
Is it all just wasted time
Can you live with yourself
When you think of what you left behind

You said you never let me down
But the horse stampedes and rages
In the name of desperation

Is it all just wasted time
Can you look at yourself
When you think of what you left behind
Is it all just wasted time
Can you live with yourself
When you think of what you left behind

The sun will rise again
The earth will turn to sand
Creation's colors seem to fade to grey
And you'll see the sickly hands of time
Will write your final rhyme
And end a memory

I never thought you'd let it get this far, boy
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