Right Next Door To Hell (Live In New York, Ritz Theatre - May 16, 1991)

This is the 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?

This is the song we wrote
About a year after we wrote that song "Bad Obsession" you heard
And on the album you hear Mr. Michael Monroe playing harmonica and sax on "Bad Obsession"