| Alice Cooper
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| You have been accused of mass mental cruelty
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| How do you plead?
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| Guilty!
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| Don’t wanna be clean
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| Don’t wanna be nice
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| The whip’s gonna crack
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| My leather is black and so are my eyes
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| I’m gonna be rough
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| I’m gonna be mean
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| I’m here to the end, my sick little friend
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| I’m back in your dreams
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| You can take my head and cut it off
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| But you ain’t gonna change my mind
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| If you don’t like it you can lock me up
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| Woah, oh, oh, oh, oh
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| If you don’t like it you can lock me up
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| Woah, oh, oh, oh, oh
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| Cover your eyes or cover your head
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| You’ll never know what hit you 'til your covered in red
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| Screaming bloody murder 'til the barricades bend
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| Sweatin' in the fog 'til the end
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| It’s gotta be loud
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| I want it to roar
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| I want it to blow everyone at the show right off of the floor
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| I’m in for the kill
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| I’m back with a rage
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| I want them to write in the paper each night how I bloodied the stage
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| If you don’t like it you can lock me up
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| Woah, oh, oh, oh, oh
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| If you don’t like it you can lock me up
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| Woah, oh, oh, oh, oh
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| Lock me up or shut up
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| Cover your eyes or cover your head
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| You’ll never know what hit you 'til your covered in red
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| Screaming bloody murder 'til the barricades bend
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| Sweatin' in the lights 'til the end
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| If you don’t like it you can lock me up
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| Woah, oh, oh, oh, oh
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| If you don’t like it you can lock me up
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| I wanna be hot
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| Woah, oh, oh, oh, oh
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| If you don’t like it you can lock me up
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| I wanna be cool
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| Woah, oh, oh, oh, oh
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| If you don’t like it you can lock me up
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| I wanna be sick
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| Woah, oh, oh, oh, oh -real sick |