| Militant mothers hiding in the basement using pots and pans as their shields and their helmets. |
Alice Cooper, |
Generation Landslide |
| Chained in a cell, got my own private hell. Preacher crucifies me, warden wants to fry me. |
Alice Cooper, |
Wind-Up Toy |
| I came into this life, looked all around. I saw just what I liked and took what I found. |
Alice Cooper, |
Killer |
| When you touch me there, honey, makes my blood perspire, you got my body flaming like a California fire. Pulsing, pounding, pushing no longer in control, heatwave in my brain, smolder in my soul. |
Alice Cooper, |
Working Up A Sweat |
| And if I am elected, I promise the formation of a new party, a third party, a wild party. |
Alice Cooper, |
Elected |
| Freedom to rock, freedom to talk. Freedom, raise your fist and yell. |
Alice Cooper, |
Freedom |
| I'm your top prime cut of meat, I'm your choice, I wanna be elected. |
Alice Cooper, |
Elected |
| Make that money run like honey on your tongue. |
Alice Cooper, |
Scrooge's Song |
| Sometimes love's a loaded gun. |
Alice Cooper, |
Love's A Loaded Gun |
| She's cool in bed, as she ought to be, cuz Ethyl's dead. |
Alice Cooper, |
Cold Ethyl |
| While friends and lovers mourn your silly grave, I have other uses for you, darling. I love the dead. |
Alice Cooper, |
I Love The Dead |
| If zipper catches skin, I'll know I had it out when I should a kept it in. |
Alice Cooper, |
I Better Be Good |
| Please clean your plate dear, the Lord above can see ya. Don't you know people are starving in Korea. |
Alice Cooper, |
Generation Landslide |
| Reverend Smith, he recognized me and punched me in the nose. |
Alice Cooper, |
No More Mr. Nice Guy |
| Don't always know what I am talking about, feels like I'm living in the middle of doubt. |
Alice Cooper, |
Eighteen |
| No more Mr. Nice Guy. |
Alice Cooper, |
No More Mr. Nice Guy |
| The world owes me. |
Alice Cooper, |
Caught In A Dream |
| If you get earaches, I'd turn my volume down a notch or two for you. Cause I will do anything for you. |
Alice Cooper, |
Adaptable |
| I ain't no veggie, like my flesh to the bone, alive and licking on your ice cream cone. |
Alice Cooper, |
Feed My Frankenstein |
| Pull my trigger, I get bigger, then I'm lots of fun. I'm your gun, I'm your gun, gun, gun. |
Alice Cooper, |
I'm Your Gun |
| She gets a hundred for her body and a nickel for her soul. |
Alice Cooper, |
Grim Facts |
| You ain't no Hepburn and I ain't no Fonda, but if you were drowning in Golden Ponda, mouth to mouth I'd resuscitate you. |
Alice Cooper, |
Adaptable |
| She didn't know that there was more of me, she'd have to learn to love all four of me. |
Alice Cooper, |
No Man's Land |
| Some maniac butcher is trying to hack away your balls. |
Alice Cooper, |
The World Needs Guts |
| Welcome to my nightmare, I think your going to like it. |
Alice Cooper, |
Welcome To My Nightmare |