| Lyrics: | Alice Cooper
You have been accused of mass mental cruelty
How do you plead?
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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,
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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,
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If you don't like it you can lock me up
I wanna be hot
Woah, oh, oh, oh, oh,
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If you don't like it you can lock me up
I wanna be cool
Woah, oh, oh, oh, oh,
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If you don't like it you can lock me up
I wanna be sick
Woah, oh, oh, oh, oh
-real sick |
