Nice Boys (1986 Sound City Session)
She hit town like a rose in bloom
Smellin' sweet, said sweet perfume
The color faded and the petals died
Down in the city, no one cried
In the streets, the garbage lies
Protected by a million flies
The roaches so big
You know that they got bones
They moved in and made a tenement home
Nice boys
Don't play rock and roll
Nice boys don't play rock and roll
I'm not a nice boy
Sweet sixteen she was fresh and clean
Wanted so bad to be part of the scene
She met the man and she did the smack
Paid the price layin' flat on her back
Wanted bad just to please the boys
Ended up being just a toy
Played so hard she burned her life away
Lies were told, no promises made
You know, nice boys
Don't play rock and roll
Nice boys don't play rock and roll
I'm not a nice boy and I never was
Young and fresh when she hit town
Hot for kicks just to get around
But now she lays in a filthy room
Kills the pain with
A flick and a spoon
And in the streets the garbage lies
Protected by a million flies
You know, the roaches so big
You know that they got bones
Moved in and made a tenement home
Nice boys don't play rock and roll
Nice boys don't play rock and roll
Nice boys don't play rock and roll
Nice boys you never play rock and roll
Nice boys don't play rock and roll
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no baby
Nice boys never play rock and roll
I bet you mama said
'Nice boys don't play rock and roll'
Nice boys don't play rock and roll
Nice boys don't play rock and roll
Nice boys don't play rock and roll
Nice boys don't play rock and roll
Nice boys you never play rock and roll
Nice boys
Buenos chicos (sesión de Sound City de 1986)
Ella llegó a la ciudad como una rosa en flor
Oliendo dulce, dijo perfume dulce
El color se desvaneció y los pétalos murieron
En la ciudad, nadie lloró
En las calles, la basura yace
Protegida por un millón de moscas
Las cucarachas tan grandes
Sabes que tienen huesos
Se mudaron e hicieron de un hogar un edificio de departamentos
Buenos chicos
No tocan rock and roll
Buenos chicos no tocan rock and roll
Yo no soy un buen chico
Dulce dieciséis, ella era fresca y limpia
Quería tanto ser parte de la escena
Conoció al hombre y se drogó
Pagó el precio acostada de espaldas
Quería tanto complacer a los chicos
Terminó siendo solo un juguete
Jugó tan duro que quemó su vida
Se contaron mentiras, no se hicieron promesas
Sabes, buenos chicos
No tocan rock and roll
Buenos chicos no tocan rock and roll
Yo no soy un buen chico y nunca lo fui
Joven y fresca cuando llegó a la ciudad
Caliente por emociones solo para moverse
Pero ahora yace en una habitación sucia
Mata el dolor con
Un chasquido y una cuchara
Y en las calles la basura yace
Protegida por un millón de moscas
Sabes, las cucarachas tan grandes
Sabes que tienen huesos
Se mudaron e hicieron de un hogar un edificio de departamentos
Buenos chicos no tocan rock and roll
Buenos chicos no tocan rock and roll
Buenos chicos no tocan rock and roll
Buenos chicos nunca tocan rock and roll
Buenos chicos no tocan rock and roll
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no nena
Buenos chicos nunca tocan rock and roll
Apuesto a que mamá dijo
'Buenos chicos no tocan rock and roll'
Buenos chicos no tocan rock and roll
Buenos chicos no tocan rock and roll
Buenos chicos no tocan rock and roll
Buenos chicos no tocan rock and roll
Buenos chicos nunca tocan rock and roll
Buenos chicos
Escrita por: Dallas Royal / Gary Anderson / Gordon Leach / Mick Cocks / Peter Wells