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POISON lyrics : "Cover Of The Rolling Stone"

Coughing, Blues?: "Gol, Bret--don't touch me there!"
Bret: I'm gonna tell you who we are.

Well we're big rock singers
we got golden fingers
And we're loved everywhere we go

(That sounds like us)

We sing about beauty

and we sing about truth
At ten million dollars a show
(Yeah, right!)

We take all kinda pills
That give us all kinda thrills

But the thrill we've never known
Is the thrill that it gets ya
when you get your picture

On the cover of the Rolling Stone


Rolling Stone
I'm gonna see my picture on the cover

Gonna buy five copies for my mother
Gonna see my smiling face

On the cover of the Rolling Stone

I got a freaky old lady named Cocaine Katie

Who embroiders on my jeans
I got my poor old gray-haired Daddy
Driving my limousine.

Now it's all designed to blow our minds,
But our minds won't really be blown

Like the blow that'll getcha
When you get your picture
On the cover of the Rolling Stone

Spoken: Hey, I know how!!!

Spoken: Beautiful!

We gotta lot of little teen-aged
blue-eyed groupies
Who do anything we say

We got a genuine Indian Guru
He's teaching us a better way

We got all the friends that money can buy,
So we never have to be alone
And we keep gettin' richer,

But we can't get our picture
On the cover of the Rolling Stone



I don't know why we ain't on the cover, baby!
Ah we're beautiful fellas!
I ain't kiddin' you man, we'd make a beautiful cover

I mean, I can see it right now--we be up front,
Oh, we be smilin'....Beautiful!

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