He loved guns and roses, guns and roses
He loved guns and roses, he loved guns
And roses, roses, roses
Motorcycle love divine
I should have learned to let you play
I wasn't the marrying kind
I should have done it anyway
We should have left Las Vegas
And then began again
To get back to Detroit
Back to the promised land
He loved guns and roses, guns and roses
He loved guns and roses, he loved guns
And roses, roses, roses
I can feel it coming in the air tonight