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