Alice Cooper You have been accused of mass mental cruelty How do you plead? Guilty!
Don´t wanna be clean Don´t wanna be nice The whip´s gonna crack My leather is black and so are my eyes I´m gonna be rough I´m gonna be mean I´m here to the end, my sick little friend I´m back in your dreams You can take my head and cut it off But you ain´t gonna change my mind
If you don´t like it you can lock me up Woah, oh, oh, oh, oh, If you don´t like it you can lock me up Woah, oh, oh, oh, oh,
Cover your eyes or cover your head You´ll never know what hit you ´til your covered in red
Screaming bloody murder ´til the barricades bend Sweatin´ in the fog ´til the end
It´s gotta be loud I want it to roar I want it to blow everyone at the show right off of the floor I´m in for the kill I´m back with a rage I want them to write in the paper each night how I bloodied the stage
If you don´t like it you can lock me up Woah, oh, oh, oh, oh, If you don´t like it you can lock me up Woah, oh, oh, oh, oh, Lock me up or shut up
Cover your eyes or cover your head You´ll never know what hit you ´til your covered in red Screaming bloody murder ´til the barricades bend Sweatin´ in the lights ´til the end
If you don´t like it you can lock me up Woah, oh, oh, oh, oh, If you don´t like it you can lock me up I wanna be hot Woah, oh, oh, oh, oh, If you don´t like it you can lock me up I wanna be cool Woah, oh, oh, oh, oh, If you don´t like it you can lock me up I wanna be sick Woah, oh, oh, oh, oh -real sick
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