Right Next Door To Hell (Live in New York, Ritz Theatre - May 16, 1991)
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๐ Lyrics
This is a song called "Right Next Door To Hell"
I'll take a nicotine, caffeine, sugar fix
Jesus, don't you 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, dead end street
Rest my bones, sit for a spell
This side of heaven is close to hell
Right next door to hell
Why don't you write a letter to me?
Right next door to hell
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 closin' in on me
My mama never really said much to me
She was much too young and scared to be
Hell, Freud might say that's what I need
All I really ever get is greed
Most my friends
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?
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 closin' in on me
Oh, fuck you
Not bad kids, just stupid ones
Thought we'd own the world and getting used was havin' fun
I said we're not sad kids, but lucid ones, yeah
Flowin' 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
Drove me up the wall and drove me out of my mind
Can you tell me what this means, huh?
I'll take a nicotine, caffeine, sugar fix
Jesus, don't you 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, dead end street
Rest my bones, sit for a spell
This side of heaven is close to hell
Right next door to hell
Why don't you write a letter to me?
Right next door to hell
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 closin' in on me
My mama never really said much to me
She was much too young and scared to be
Hell, Freud might say that's what I need
All I really ever get is greed
Most my friends
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?
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 closin' in on me
Oh, fuck you
Not bad kids, just stupid ones
Thought we'd own the world and getting used was havin' fun
I said we're not sad kids, but lucid ones, yeah
Flowin' 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
Drove me up the wall and drove me out of my mind
Can you tell me what this means, huh?
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.16] This is a song called "Right Next Door To Hell"
[00:04.09]
[00:31.71] I'll take a nicotine, caffeine, sugar fix
[00:34.09] Jesus, don't you get tired of turnin' tricks?
[00:36.28] But when your innocence dies, you'll find the blues
[00:38.59] Seems all our heroes were born to lose
[00:40.91] Just walkin' through time, you believe this heat?
[00:43.30] Another empty house, dead end street
[00:45.73] Rest my bones, sit for a spell
[00:48.19] This side of heaven is close to hell
[00:50.47] Right next door to hell
[00:52.82] Why don't you write a letter to me?
[00:55.23] Right next door to hell
[00:57.15] So many eyes are on me
[01:00.01] Right next door to hell
[01:02.41] I got nowhere else to be
[01:04.84] Right next door to hell
[01:06.91] Feels like the walls are closin' in on me
[01:08.53]
[01:18.84] My mama never really said much to me
[01:20.73] She was much too young and scared to be
[01:23.08] Hell, Freud might say that's what I need
[01:25.41] All I really ever get is greed
[01:27.84] Most my friends
[01:30.72] We don't even have ourselves to blame
[01:32.64] But times are hard, and thrills are cheaper
[01:34.42] As your arms get shorter, your pockets get deeper
[01:37.14] Right next door to hell
[01:39.28] Why don't you write a letter to me?
[01:41.61] Right next door to hell
[01:43.79] And so many eyes are on me
[01:46.19] Right next door to hell
[01:48.25] I got nowhere else to be
[01:50.95] Right next door to hell
[01:52.80] Feels like the walls are closin' in on me
[01:56.74] Oh, fuck you
[01:59.15]
[02:37.32] Not bad kids, just stupid ones
[02:39.49] Thought we'd own the world and getting used was havin' fun
[02:41.65] I said we're not sad kids, but lucid ones, yeah
[02:44.02] Flowin' through life, not collecting anyone
[02:46.43] So much out there, still so much to see
[02:48.54] Time's too much to handle, time's too much for me
[02:50.58] Drove me up the wall and drove me out of my mind
[02:52.45] Can you tell me what this means, huh?
[02:54.28]
[00:04.09]
[00:31.71] I'll take a nicotine, caffeine, sugar fix
[00:34.09] Jesus, don't you get tired of turnin' tricks?
[00:36.28] But when your innocence dies, you'll find the blues
[00:38.59] Seems all our heroes were born to lose
[00:40.91] Just walkin' through time, you believe this heat?
[00:43.30] Another empty house, dead end street
[00:45.73] Rest my bones, sit for a spell
[00:48.19] This side of heaven is close to hell
[00:50.47] Right next door to hell
[00:52.82] Why don't you write a letter to me?
[00:55.23] Right next door to hell
[00:57.15] So many eyes are on me
[01:00.01] Right next door to hell
[01:02.41] I got nowhere else to be
[01:04.84] Right next door to hell
[01:06.91] Feels like the walls are closin' in on me
[01:08.53]
[01:18.84] My mama never really said much to me
[01:20.73] She was much too young and scared to be
[01:23.08] Hell, Freud might say that's what I need
[01:25.41] All I really ever get is greed
[01:27.84] Most my friends
[01:30.72] We don't even have ourselves to blame
[01:32.64] But times are hard, and thrills are cheaper
[01:34.42] As your arms get shorter, your pockets get deeper
[01:37.14] Right next door to hell
[01:39.28] Why don't you write a letter to me?
[01:41.61] Right next door to hell
[01:43.79] And so many eyes are on me
[01:46.19] Right next door to hell
[01:48.25] I got nowhere else to be
[01:50.95] Right next door to hell
[01:52.80] Feels like the walls are closin' in on me
[01:56.74] Oh, fuck you
[01:59.15]
[02:37.32] Not bad kids, just stupid ones
[02:39.49] Thought we'd own the world and getting used was havin' fun
[02:41.65] I said we're not sad kids, but lucid ones, yeah
[02:44.02] Flowin' through life, not collecting anyone
[02:46.43] So much out there, still so much to see
[02:48.54] Time's too much to handle, time's too much for me
[02:50.58] Drove me up the wall and drove me out of my mind
[02:52.45] Can you tell me what this means, huh?
[02:54.28]