Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Slash
Lead Guitar
Duff McKagan
Bass Guitar
Axl Rose
Lead Vocals
Dizzy Reed
Piano
Izzy Stradlin
Rhythm Guitar
Matt Sorum
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Duff McKagan
Songwriter
Axl Rose
Songwriter
Saul Hudson
Songwriter
Jeffrey Isbell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Guns N' Roses
Producer
Mike Clink
Producer
Bill Price
Mixing Engineer
Allan Abrahamson
Assistant Engineer
Buzz Burrows
Assistant Engineer
Chris Puriam
Assistant Engineer
Craig Portelis
Assistant Engineer
Ed Goodreau
Assistant Engineer
George Marino
Mastering Engineer
Jason Roberts
Assistant Engineer
Jim Mitchell
Additional Engineer
John "Geetus" Aguto
Assistant Engineer
L. Stu Young
Assistant Engineer
Leon Ganado
Assistant Engineer
Mike Douglass
Assistant Engineer
Talley Sherwood
Assistant Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Diamonds and fast cars
Money to burn
I got my head in the clouds
I got these thoughts to churn
Got my feet in the sand
I got a house on the hill
I got a headache like a mother
Twice the price of my thrills
And it's a cold day
It's a continental drift
I said this traffic is hell
Can you give me a lift
An I'll try to paint a story
Got your pictures to tell
Yeah you got to make a living
With what you bring yourself to sell
[Verse 2]
I got some genuine imitation bad apples
Free sample for your peace o' mind only $9.95
I got my camera back from Customs
Got my law fees up to date
Hell they musta seen me comin'
Ain't this life so fuckin' great
[Verse 3]
When the shit hit the fan
It was all I could stand
Yeah, well I'm a frequent flyer
My body's breathin' while it can
But what I don't understand is that
My world ain't gettin' no brighter
If I could touch the sky
Well, I would float on by
While everybody's talkin'
Hell I'm just another guy
If it were up to me
I'd say just leave me be
Why let one bad apple
Spoil the whole damn bunch
[Verse 4]
Gold and caviar
Now why'nt you pour my apathy
I'd have all my bases covered
If I could teach my hands to see
But now we're down in the deep end
Where they'd love to watch you drown
I said your laundry could use washin'
We'll hang it up all over town
I said Hollywood's like a dryer
An we're down on Sunset Strip
An you'll be suckin' down the Clorox
'Til your life's all nice and crisp
[Verse 5]
When the shit hit the fan
It was all I could stand
Yeah, well I'm a frequent flyer
My body's breathin' while it can
But what I don't understand is that
My world ain't gettin' no brighter
If I could touch the sky
I would float on by
While everybody's talkin'
Hell I'm just another guy
If it were up to me
I'd say just leave me be
Why let one bad apple
Spoil the whole damn bunch
[Verse 6]
When the shit hit the fan
It was all I could stand
Yeah, well I'm a frequent flyer
My body's breathin' while it can
But what I don't understand is that
My world ain't gettin' no brighter
If I could touch the sky
I would float on by
While everybody's talkin'
Hell I'm just another guy
If it were up to me
I'd say just leave me be
Why let one bad apple
Spoil the whole damn bunch
Why let that one bad apple
Spoil the whole damn bunch
Boy!!
Written by: Axl Rose, Duff McKagan, Jeffrey Isbell, Saul Hudson