Soma City Ward

(Written by: Slash / Matt Sorum / E. Dover)

Skinny kid flippin' out

A prissy little thing with a tan

Was an outcast in the basement

Tryin' anything he can

The skirts spit words like razor blades

To keep him off their trail

He keeps a chant of silence

For a moment in his cell

The dirty rat is sellin' things he can't afford

He leaves his misery to play

In the Soma City Ward Soma City Ward

Pieces of the son-of-a-bitch

Float around the crowd

He wears his bad intentions like a cape or a shroud

Then he blew his mind on Drano

From his third story hotel room

Yeah he missed the pool by inches

So he won't be walkin' soon

The dirty rat is seein' things he can't ignore

He left is body for a day

In the Soma City Ward Soma City Ward

All these people in his head

Sayin' to jump out and you'll be free

Come sleep in my demon bed

Hope that you want it as bad as me

The dirty rat is seein' things he can't ignore

He leaves his misery to play

In the Soma City Ward

Soma City Ward

Soma City Ward