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| 1. |
| 4:30 | 
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Your cruel device
your blood, like ice One look, could kill My pain, your thrill... I wanna love you but I better not touch (don't touch) I wanna hold you, but my senses tell me to stop I wanna kiss you but I want it too much (too much) I wanna taste you but your lips are venomous poison You are poison, running through my veins Poison I don't wanna play these games Your mouth, so hot Your web, I'm caught Your skin, so wet Black lace, on sweat.... I hear you calling and it's needles and pins (and pins) I wanna hurt you just to hear you screaming my name Don't wanna touch you but you're under my skin (deep in) I wanna taste you but your lips are venomous poison You are poison, running through my veins Poison I don't wanna break these chains Poison... (guitar solo) One look, could kill My pain, your thrill... I wanna love you but I better not touch (don't touch) I wanna hold you, but my senses tell me to stop I wanna kiss you but I want it too much (to much) I wanna taste you but your lips are venomous poison You are poison, running through my veins Poison I don't wanna break these chains Poison (Poi-son....) I wanna love you but I better not touch (don't touch) I wanna hold you, but my senses tell me to stop I wanna kiss you but I want it too much (too much) I wanna taste you but your lips are venomous poison Yeah.... Well I don't wanna break these chains Poison Runnin? deep inside my veins Burnin? deep inside my brain Poison and I don't wanna break |
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| 2. |
| 3:53 |
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I can't get a girl cause I ain't got a car
I can't get a car cause I ain't got a job Oh, I can't get a job cause I ain't got a car So, I'm looking for a girl with a job and a car Don't you know where you are? Lost in America Lost in America Lost in America Lost I got a mom but I ain't got a dad My dad's got a wife but she ain't my mom Mom's looking for a man to be my dad But I want my mom and to be my real mom and dad Is that so bad? Oh, I think I've been had Lost in America Lost in America Lost in America Lost Lost in America Lost in America Lost in America Lost Well, I live at the 7-11 Well, I'm tryin' to play this guitar Well, I'm learning "Stairway to Heaven" Cause Heaven's where you are I can't go to school cause I ain't got a gun I ain't got a gun cause I ain't got a job I ain't got a job cause I can't go to school So I'm looking for a girl with a gun and a job And a house with cable Don't you know where you are? Hey man, you're Lost in America Lost in America Lost in America Lost Lost in America Lost in America Lost in America Lost |
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| 3. |
| 4:34 |
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(Alice Cooper/Jack Ponti/Vic Pepe/Bob Pfeifer)
Hey bro, take it slow You ain't livin' in a video You're flying low with a high velocity No doubt, you're stressin' out That ain't what rock n' roll's about Get off that one way trip down lonely street Now I know you've been kicked around You ain't alone in this ugly town You stick a needle in your arm You bite the dust, you buy the farm CHORUS Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey stoopid What ya tryin' to do Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey stoopid They win you lose Hey, hye, hey, hey, hey stoopid C'mon girl, it's a better day Get your foot out of that grave Don't let that one love tear your world apart C'mon babe, kick that stuff Show the street it ain't so tough Quit lyin' around with a crippled, broken heart Now I know you've been seeing red Don't put a pistol to your head sometimes your answer's heaven sent Your way is so damn permanent CHORUS Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey stoopid What ya tryin' to do Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey stoopid They win you lose Hey, hye, hey, hey, hey stoopid This ain't your daddy talkin' You know, I know Your story ain't so shocking You know, I know Blow some steam C'mon and scream CHORUS |
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| 4. |
| 3:12 |
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You come on strong with a great big smile
But your teeth are as sharp as a crocodile You promised me the moon and the stars and the sun But you never did nothin' for anyone Can't look me in the face or straight in the eye I'd buy the movie rights to your alibi I wonder how low you will go I wonder how high your head will blow You're a psychopathic liar Your soul is on fire You're bluffin' with nuthin' While the stakes are gettin' higher Why trust you You never made a dream come true Why trust you Give me one good reason, one good reason why You come to me all teary-eyed With your big tall tale way up in the sky Begging on your knees for another chance But everybody knows that's a song and a dance There used to be a time when you were the best You had the fastest tongue in the west Ya gave a look and a line like nobody else You'd try to sell the Bible to the Devil, himself You sadistic little liar You're walkin' on the wire You're bluffin' up with nothin' And the bills are gettin' higher Why trust you Give me one good reason, one good reason why Trust you The noose is getting tighter Your face is turning whiter You can stuff it up your muffin and go stick it in the fire Why trust you You never made a dream come true Why trust you, give me one good reason, one good reason Why trust you, you never made a dream come true Why trust you, give me one good reason, one good reason Why trust you, why trust you Why trust you, why trust you Why trust you |
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| 5. |
| 4:12 |
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Somebody saw you at the station
You had your suitcase in your hand You didn't give no information You walked off with another man I'm always standing in the shadows, baby I watched you give yourself away You take them home into your bedroom You had another busy day I tried to look the other way and fake it You push me to the limits I can't take it Chorus: One down, one to go Just another bullet in the chamber Sometimes love's a loaded gun Red lights, stop and go Whatcha gonna do when you play with danger Sometimes love's a loaded gun And it shoots to kill Someday they'll put me in a squad car Someday they'll throw away the key But 'til that day I'll be a mad dog Cuz that's what you taught me to be You looked into the eyes of men above you I was the one who really tried to love you Chorus Pull the trigger I tried to look the other way and fake it You know, you push me right to the limit I can't take it Chorus Somebody saw you at the station |
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| 6. |
| 5:10 |
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Don't touch your lips
Don't wear your hair like that I feel your presence all around me Don't get too close Don't move your eyes like that Because they're deep enough to drown me It don't get hot like this in Heaven You fool me with your angel face Your master knows where I'm my weakest Mercy please, I'm on my knees You're my temptation Measure my faith, the devil's awake He knows you're my temptation Don't call my name Don't brush my cheek like that I curse the day that I found you Don't touch my skin Don't dance around like that I feel damnation all around you And so I raise my voice to Heaven Please hide me in some holy place Protect my soul, I'm only human Mercy please, I'm on my knees You're my temptation Look down and see Deliver me from my dark sensation Give me faith, don't let me waste You're my temptation Come to me You're such a liar Won't you come to me Move closer to the fire Just come to me No, no, no Won't you come to me I will set you free No, no, no Mercy please, I'm on my knees You're my temptation Measure my faith, the devil's awake He knows you're my temptation Mercy please, I'm on my knees You're my temptation Go away in Heaven's name You're my temptation Go away, just go away My dark sensation |
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| 7. |
| 4:02 |
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It ain't the way you crawl across the Cathouse floor
It ain't the way you curse me when you slam the bedroom door It aint the way you sweat me for a handful of easy cash It's just the way you love me when you turn to trash Trash It's not the way you dress when you socialize, oh those eyes It ain't the diamond rock or that Rolls you drive You can walk the streets with all your uptown flash, such flash But when you hit the sheets you just turn to trash You're such trash I love the way you look You're such a high class tramp It's not the way you touch me when you... ooh yeah You're daddy's dream, you're a peach in cream And you're ripe at last But when you hit the sheets you just turn to trash Trash I love the way you look You're such a high class tramp - oh like a tramp It's not the way you touch me when you... ooh Make me understand - oh yeah You're daddy's dream, you're a peach in cream And you're finally ripe at last But when you hit the sheets you just turn to trash You know you're mighty cool You know you're mighty wild Come on down here with that Penthouse smile Trash - dirty baby. Maybe you went down low as you can get Been dripping hard and put away wet - yeah Trash. What you want, What you want, What you want, and got it. What you want, What you want, What you want, and got it. Hey baby what's your name? Ah she's trash - uh ah - street trash How low can you go? Low! My love is like a lollypop Would you lick it? All the way to the chewy center Oh yeah. Trash Trash |
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| 8. |
| 5:37 |
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Stolen Prayer - Alice Cooper
I walk the streets alone On feeble bones I ride My sins are etched in stone I got no place to hide Well, I was unshakable In what I did believe I feel so breakable But have I been deceived You showed me your paradise And your carnival of souls But my heart keeps telling me That ain't the place to go Well, I'm not invincible So I want you to leave Well, I'm so convincible But have I been deceived I take your words and try them on (Yeah, it's a perfect fit, boy) You tell me one size fits us all (Yeah, like an old straightjacket) Well, tell me why I'm so afraid (All my words are spoken) (All my words are spoken) All my words are spoken In a stolen prayer I remember yesterday When things were black and white Never thought I'd get confused On what was wrong and right Well, I'm not unbreakable With armour on my skin Well, it's not unthinkable I could be fooled again I take your words and try them on (Yeah, it's a perfect fit, boy) You tell me one size fits us all (Yeah, like an old straightjacket) Well, tell me why I'm so afraid (All my words are spoken) (All my words are spoken) All my words are spoken In a stolen prayer ~ You steal another minute from my life You cut a little deeper with your knife You steal a little breath from my air And you don't care And even thought I'm chokin' All my words are spoken I take your words and try them on (Yeah, it's a perfect fit, boy) You tell me one size fits us all (Yeah, like an old straightjacket) Take this world and try it on (Man, you're lookin' good boy) Stick your neck out on the block (So you won't miss nothing) Stretch your finger, grab your hair (Don't you feel like screaming) Feel the blood rush from your veins (Now you're a perfect zombie) Now I'm on my knees (All my words are spoken) (All my words are spoken) All my words are spoken All my words are spoken All my words are spoken In a stolen prayer |
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| 9. |
| 6:39 |
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I ain't got no fun today
It's just like yesterday, oh yeah Only different shades of grey I'm bored right out of my skull I'd have to get high just to be dull I'm institutional My TV screen spins around and around And around and around I need a sideshow Some kinda creepshow They ran the circus out of town But the ring master said "Boy, you can stick around" I pay to see all the freaks Some finger lickin' chicken-eating geek Hey, that sounds cool to me I just want to step inside I want a scary ride, oh yeah See Jeckyll turn to Hyde I fell my head spinnin' round and around And around and around I need a sideshow, oh yeah Some kinda creepshow, oh yeah I just want someplace to go, oh yeah I tried to be the circus clown But even my monkey wouldn't hang around And the hunchback midget and his twisted friends Offer me a world of thrills that never end I need a sideshow Some kind of freaky show, oh yeah Down where the neon glows Just like a psychedelic video Or a 24 hour party, go go go Not a 90210, no I need a sideshow My private sideshow |
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| 10. |
| 7:08 |
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The city streets are wet with rain tonight
Taxi drivers swerve from lane to lane A lonely guitar man playin' down the hall Midnight blues comin' through the walls I tried to call you on the telephone I left it off the hook Just to hear it ring You told me you were better off alone I never knew that tears could sting I'm on the roof and I'm starin' at the stars Lookin' down at all the cars I can see you In the window of your favorite corner bar But to reach you is just too far And I might as well be on Mars The city seems so old and grey and beat It closes in and makes me wanna suffocate And you just live across the street But that's a billion miles away You've turned my world into a dark and lonely place Like a planet lost in space, my light is fadin' I'd cross the universe to be right where you are But I'm right in your backyard And I might as well be on Mars I might as well be on Mars You can't see me I might as well be the Man on the Moon You can't hear me Oh, can you feel me so close And yet so far Baby, I might as well be on Mars Baby, I can't fly If I could I'd come down to ya Maybe I should try I'm on the roof and I'm starin' at the stars Lookin' down at all the cars I can see you In the window of your favorite corner bar But to reach you is just too far And I might as well be on Mars I might as well be on Mars You can't see me I might as well be the Man on the Moon You can't hear me Oh, can you feel me so close And yet so far Baby, I might as well be on Mars And yet so far Baby, I might as well be on Mars |
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