Wednesday, 26 November 2008
125. Pulling Teeth
Getting Izzy to do anything was like
When he showed up he’d decide to play
in another key;
we’d say “Play it again” and he’d say
He just wasn’t raising his game
enough for me.
He’d become this really selfish user,
He was strung out and not exactly easy
It was real, real shitty when he left.
My oldest friend
trying to turn my brothers against me
with a power-play.
The lies the guy came out with just aren’t
He tried to divide and conquer but it
Suffice to say the band knew who really
holds the power.
And Homeboy found himself left out
in the cold.
The day he drove over to tell me he
I wouldn’t even let him in my house.
I just knew.
Friends don’t do that. Friends don’t shit
And that was that, Izzy was out. Because
is bigger than this band, not even me.
Yeah. It sucked.
But what can you do? Cry over splilled milk?
Nah. We soldiered on.
So, another warrior fell but the world war
Guns N Roses lived to fight