Word Salad Wednesday: Guns ‘n Roses – Night Train

Jeez, spoiled for choice with these guys, their entire lyrical output appears to have been produced by an epileptic twelve-year-old with Tourette’s.  The music may have been cool but the lyrics were about as sensible as the concept of Chinese democracy. I really hope these were written under the influence of the shitty namesake wine, possibly mixed with Sterno, because the queen mother of all hangovers is the only appropriate punishment.

Actual Lyrics (sorry)

Loaded like a freight train
Flyin’ like an aeroplane
Feelin’ like a space brain
One more time tonight, look out

Well I’m a west coast struttin’ one bad mother
Got a rattlesnake suitcase, under my arm
Said I’m a mean machine been drinkin’ gasoline
And honey you can make my motor hum

Well I got one chance left in a nine live cat
I got a dog eat dog sly smile
I got a Molotov cocktail with a match to go
I smoke my cigarette with style

An I can tell you honey
You can make my money tonight

Wake up late honey put on your clothes
And take your credit card to the liquor store
That’s one for you and two for me by tonight

I’ll be loaded like a freight train
Flyin’ like an aeroplane
Feelin’ like a space brain
One more time tonight

I’m on the nightrain, bottoms up
I’m on the nightrain, fill my cup
I’m on the nightrain
Ready to crash and burn, I never learn

I’m on the nightrain, I love that stuff
I’m on the nightrain, I can never get enough
I’m on the nightrain, never to return, no

Loaded like a freight train
Flyin’ like an aeroplane
Speedin’ like a space brain
One more time tonight

I’m on the nightrain and I’m lookin’ for some
I’m on the nightrain soon as I can leave this slum
I’m on the nightrain and I’m ready to crash an’ burn

Nightrain, bottoms up
I’m on the nightrain, fill my cup
I’m on the nightrain, whoa, yeah

I’m on the nightrain, love that stuff
I’m on the nightrain and I can never get enough
Ridin’ the nightrain, I guess I
I guess, I guess, I guess I never learn

On the nightrain, float me home
Ooh, I’m on the nightrain
Ridin’ the nightrain never to return, nightrain

Dishonorable Mention: Pretty much everything, but You Could Be Mine is another truly egregious example, no matter how kick-ass Linda Hamilton was in T2.

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