She's a tongue twisting storm She will come
to the show tonight Praying to the light machine She wants my money, not
my honey She's a funky thigh collector Laying on electric dreams
chorus So come on, come on We've really got
a good thing going Come on, come on If you think we're gonna make it You
better hang on to yourself [ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/g/gilby_clarke/hang_on_to_yourself.html ]
We can't dance, don't talk to much, just ball
and play But then we move around like tigers on vaseline The bitter comes
out better on a stolen guitar You're blessed, we're the spiders from Mars
So come on, come on We've really got a good
thing going Come on, come on If you think we're gonna make it You better
hang on to yourself
So come on, come on We've really got a good
thing going Come on, come on If you think we're gonna make it You better
hang on to yourself