Ha! Did you remember them? Skid Row is one of these bands who sold millions of albums in the eighties and yet found a way to fall into oblivion. Did you know that according to their Wikipedia page, that despite suffering multiple lineup changes, they never actually disbanded? So how did Bon Jovi survived and not them? No idea, but it might have to do with the 90s and the blasé rebellion against its predecessor's superficial hijinks and Skid Row's then frontman's Sebastian Bach's * egregious personality. Too bad, because despite showing a tendency to whoring out, they could write a decent hard rock song (with mildly racist lyrics, mind you). Hence SLAVE TO THE GRIND, arguably the high point of their career. Here it is, in all its rock n' roll splendor.
Skid Row - SLAVE TO THE GRIND
Skid Row - SLAVE TO THE GRIND
You got me forced to crack
my lids in two
I'm still stuck inside this rubber room
I gotta punch the clock that
leads the blind
I'm just another gear in the assembly
line - oh no
The noose gets tighter around
my throat
But I ain't at the end of my rope 'cause
I won't be the one left behind
Can't be king of the world
If you're slave to the grind
Tear down the rat racial slime
Can't be king of the world
If you're slave to the grind
Get it?
A routine injection, a lethal dose
But my day in the sun ain't even close
There's no need to waste
your prayers on me
You better mark my words
'cause I'm history
Yes indeed
You might beg for mercy to get by
But I'd rather tear this thorn
from my side
I won't be the one left behind
You can't be king of the world
If you're slave to the grind
Tear down the rat racial slime
Can't be king of the world
If you're slave to the grind
They swallowed thier daggers by
turning their trick
They tore my intentions apart
brick by brick
I'm sick of the jive
You talk verbal insecticide
They swallowed thier daggers by
turning their trick
They tore my intentions apart
brick by brick
I'm sick of the jive
You talk verbal insecticide
I won't be the one left behind
You can't be king of the world
If you're slave to the grind
Tear down the rat racial slime
You can't be king of the world
If you're slave to the grind
I said slave to the grind
Slave to the grind
Slave to the grind
my lids in two
I'm still stuck inside this rubber room
I gotta punch the clock that
leads the blind
I'm just another gear in the assembly
line - oh no
The noose gets tighter around
my throat
But I ain't at the end of my rope 'cause
I won't be the one left behind
Can't be king of the world
If you're slave to the grind
Tear down the rat racial slime
Can't be king of the world
If you're slave to the grind
Get it?
A routine injection, a lethal dose
But my day in the sun ain't even close
There's no need to waste
your prayers on me
You better mark my words
'cause I'm history
Yes indeed
You might beg for mercy to get by
But I'd rather tear this thorn
from my side
I won't be the one left behind
You can't be king of the world
If you're slave to the grind
Tear down the rat racial slime
Can't be king of the world
If you're slave to the grind
They swallowed thier daggers by
turning their trick
They tore my intentions apart
brick by brick
I'm sick of the jive
You talk verbal insecticide
They swallowed thier daggers by
turning their trick
They tore my intentions apart
brick by brick
I'm sick of the jive
You talk verbal insecticide
I won't be the one left behind
You can't be king of the world
If you're slave to the grind
Tear down the rat racial slime
You can't be king of the world
If you're slave to the grind
I said slave to the grind
Slave to the grind
Slave to the grind
* What kind of pompous stage name is this anyway?
