She speaks to me in Persian
Tells me that she loves me
The girl with golden eyes
And though I hardly know her
I let her in my veins
And trust her with my life
I wish I had never kissed her
'Cause I just can't resist her
The girl with golden eyes
Every time she whispers
'Take me in your arms
The way you did last night.'
Everything will be okay
Everything will be alright
If I can get away from her
And save my worthless life.
I wake up every morning
Jonesing for her love
The girl with golden eyes
I won't have to wait long
'Til she buries me with roses
'Cause she's always by my side
Everything will be okay
Everything will be alright
If I can get away from her
And save my worthless life.
[Spoken Word]
Day one. Dope free. I went to the clinic today and got the first dose of methadone.
I'm out of dope so I threw away all my rigs.
Day two. I can't believe it's been two days without junk.
Fucking smack, it just ruins peoples' lives.
At first it seems so sweet, then you wake up next to a monster.
Day three. I haven't had anything for three days now.
This withdrawal is killing me. It's like shock therapy to my guts.
Day four. Last visit to the clinic. My whole body feels like it's cracking into pieces.
Fragile doesn't even come close to describing how I feel.
Day five-- I'm sick as a dog, but this handful of painkillers
and a lotta whiskey's gonna get me through.
Day six-- When I'm left to my own devices I go fucking insane.
I'll never use heroin again.
Day seven-- I can't believe I'm clean!
Day eight-- Everyone says I look better--
Day nine-- The parasites are panicking--
Day ten-- They seem amazed that I'm alive!
Everything will be okay
Everything will be alright
If I can get away from her
And save my worthless life.
Everything will be okay
Everything will be alright
If I can get away from her
And save my worthless life.
What's the meaning of "Girl With Golden Eyes"?
It is Persian Heroin. Of course, Nikki Sixx was addicted with this heroin.
The Day Nikki Sixx Died
Sixx had relocated to the band’s other suite, where a dealer had
given him a shot of Persian heroin. He immediately began to overdose and
struggled to make his way back to Slash but collapsed on their floor,
whilst the dealer ran from the hotel room. McLaughlin began screaming
and pleading for Slash to help but he was mostly unresponsive. Adler
managed to help McLaughlin drag Sixx into the bathroom and then a moment
later Slash appeared at the door and began to freak out at the sight of
his friend on the floor. Whist she attempted to perform CPR on him one
of the other guests phoned for an ambulance. When the news reached Mötley Crüe‘s
tour manager, Rich Fisher, he immediately called Neil who was fast
asleep at home. Moments later he received another call, this one from
Sixx’s limo driver who claimed that he had seen the dealer running from
the hotel. Having been given a shot of adrenaline by the paramedics,
Sixx was taken to Cedars-Sinai, a hospital on Beverly Blvd., whilst news
of his overdose had somehow leaked to the press. Lee was the next of
his bandmates to notified, with Slash informing him that Sixx had
collapsed from a drug overdose and had been taken away in an ambulance.
Sixx eventually opened his eyes in a hospital bed wearing just his
leather pants, whilst a police officer stood over him shining a light
into his face. Far from lucid, it took some time for Sixx to come round
as he was asked questions about his drug use and where he had obtained
the heroin from. Having been unable to find any narcotics at the scene,
the police were unable to bring charges to Sixx, who began to hurl abuse
at the officer. Some time later, he tore the tubes from his arms and
headed down to the parking lot where he came across two teenage girls
sat in a Mazda. The pair had been crying after hearing about his death
on the radio and were shocked to see Sixx standing in front of them,
barely alive. After being offered one of their jackets and forced to
promise them that he would never take drugs again, Sixx was dropped off
at his home at almost 6 A.M. where he was greeted by Karen Dumont, who
had relocated from New York a year earlier to work PolyGram’s L.A.
office and had been given the thankless role of housesitting for Sixx
whilst he was away on tour and attempting to police his drug activity
when he was home.
Perhaps typical of his dry humour, the first thing that Sixx was
change the message on his answering machine to “Hey, it’s Nikki Sixx.
I’m not here because I’m dead.” But the joke backfired and he awoke the
following day to find several angry messages from friends who did not
approve of the tasteless gag. To his disgust, he discovered that there
was a needle in his arm from when he had injected himself with heroin
after almost dying from a drug overdose. Yet, despite belittling the
fact that he had almost died, Sixx woke up on Christmas morning with a
newfound sense of optimism about the future and had made a promise to
himself that he was done with drugs. Having been prescribed Prozac for
his depression, Sixx and his bandmates eventually entered rehab and
re-emerged sober for the release of their fifth album, Dr. Feelgood, in
1989.
