Logical Misanthropy: Guns N' Roses lyrics

Coma is my favorite song from Guns N' Roses, though it's not a tune you'll see on the radio, and not much in concert by the ring because it is a difficult song to sing. In an interview, Axle Rose once said, "I remember one of the better things that I've always written was perhaps the end section of the song 'Coma.' " And I can see why. It's an intensive song, and the end can be quite gut wrenching to hear to.

Or, at least, that's how I look about. So, here are my favorite lyrics from the song, taken from that "end segment" Axle mentioned. I suppose it's his best writing to date. Make sense of it, if you can.Coma You know your life like it's a coma So won't you order me why we'd need to With all the reasons you make it's It's variety of heavy to believe. But who am I to say you that I've Seen any cause why you should stay, Maybe we'd be best off Without you anyway. You got a one way ticket On your last chance ride Got a one way ticket To your suicide, Got a one way ticket And there's no way out alive. And all this crass communication That has left you in the cold Isn't much for consolation When you find so light and old But if home is where the heart is So there's stories to be told, No you don't require a doctor No one else can cure your soul. Got your head in submission Got your spirit on the melody But nobody pulled the trip They just stepped aside They be depressed by the water While you see them wave goodbye. They be calling in the morn They be hanging on the sound They be waiting for an answer When you know nobody's home And when the bell's stopped ringing It was nobody's fault but your own. There were always ample warnings There were always subtle signs And you would have seen it coming But we gave you too much time And when you said That no one's listening Why'd your best friend drop a dime Sometimes we get so tired of waiting For a way to pass our time. And it's so easily to be social It's so light to be cool Yeah it's easy to be hungry When you ain't got shit to suffer And I like that I could assist you With what you desire to get But I'm still out here waiting Watching reruns of my living When you reach the aim of breaking Know it's release to have some time To cure the broken memories That another man would require But to survive