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Alice Cooper
Alice Cooper


Информация
Настоящее имя Vincent Damon Furnier
Дата рождения 4 февраля 1948 г.
Место рождения Allen Park, Michigan, United States
Жанры Rock
Hard Rock
Heavy Metal
Shock Rock
Годы 1963—н.в.
Лейблы Epic Records
Atlantic Records
Eagle Records
MCA Records
New West Records
Spitfire Records
Сайт Website



Альбом Alice Cooper


Flush The Fashion (1980)
1980
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I got me a complication
And it's an only child
Concern my reputation
As something more than wild
I know it serves me right
But I can't sleep at night
I have to hide my face
Or go some other place

No!
I won't cry out for justice
Admit that I was wrong
Stay in hibernation
'Til the talk subsides and gone
My social life's a dud
My name is really mud
I'm up to here in lies
I guess I'm down to size
To size

I can't seem to talk about
The things that bother me
Seems to be what everybody has
Against me! (ooh! ooh! ooh! yeah!)

Now here's my situation
And how it really stands
I'm out of circulation
I've all but washed my hands
My social life's a dud
My name is really mud
I'm up to here in lies
I guess I'm down to size
To size

Talk, talk
Talk, talk
Talk, talk
Talk, talk


. . .


I'm a clone
I know it and I'm fine
I'm one and more are on the way
I'm two, doctor
Three's on the line
He'll take incubation another day

I'm all alone, so are we all
We're all clones
All are one and one are all
All are one and one are all

We destroyed the government
We're destroying time
No more problems on the way

I'm through doctor
We don't need your kind
The other ones
Ugly ones
Stupid boys
Wrong ones

I'm all alone, so are we all
We're all clones
All are one and one are all
All are one and one are all

Six is having problems
Adjusting to his clone status
Have to put him on a shelf
All day long we hear him crying so loud
I just wanna be myself
I just wanna be myself
I just wanna be myself
Be myself
Be myself

I'm all alone, so are we all
We destroyed the government
We're destroying time
No more problems on the way

I'm through doctor
We don't need your kind
The other ones
Ugly ones
Stupid boys
Wrong ones

I'm all alone, so are we all
We're all clones
All are one and one are all
All are one and one are all
I'm all alone, so are we all
We're all clones
All are one and one are all
All are one and one are all


. . .


I'm hidden in the scream
When the virgin dies
I'm the ache in the belly
When your baby cries
And I'm the burnin' sensation
When the convict fries

I'm pain
I'm your pain
Unspeakable pain
I'm your private pain

And I'm the compound fracture
In the twisted car
And I'm the lines on the face
Of the tramp at the bar
And I'm the reds by the bed
Of the suicide star

You know me- I'm pain
I'm your pain
Your own private pain
Unfathomable pain

And it's a compliment to me
To hear you screamin' through the night
All night
Tonight

I'm the holes in your arm
When you're feeling the shakes
I'm the lump on your head
When you step on the rake

And I'm the loudest one laughing
At the saddest wake

Yes I'm pain
I'm just pain
Dear old pain
You need your pain

And I'm the loudest one laughing
At the saddest wake

I'm the salt in the sweat
On the cuts of the slaves
I was the wound in the side
While Jesus prayed
I was the filthiest word
At the vandalized grave

Yes, pain
Do you love me pain
I love my pain
I'm your pain

It's a compliment to me
To hear you screamin' through the night
All night
Tonight


. . .


Leather boots poundin' the floor
Black and shiny kickin' the door
The police, hit the streets
They would never take the boots off of their feet

If I break the law and get caught
I could get smashed in the face
By the big boys
'Cause they're frightened by the real world
Frightened by the real world
Scared of the real world.
Oh yeah.

I saw a cop, he looked pretty shot
By some criminals, left there to rot
I took a look, no one around
I put on his boots and stomped on the ground

Stood tall and felt so strong
I wanted to be just like them
So I could hurt somebody
Hurt somebody

Hurt somebody, hurt somebody
Scared of the real world.
Oh yeah.
Scared of the real world.
Oh yeah.

Don't litter or score in the dark
Don't kill your lover and don't overpark
Cause if you murder or if you loot
Get the heel of my new leather boots

If I break the law and get caught
You could get smashed in the face
By this young boy
Who is frightened by the real world
This boy is frightened by the real world
I gonna hurt somebody
'Cause I'm frightened of the real world.
Oh yeah.


. . .


I get these killer headaches
I get one everyday
I wake up with a migraine
Since you ran away

Got a load of tension
Burnin' up my neck
Something is wrong with my suspension
So pass those tablets to this wreck

Aspirin damage, Aspirin damage
Kills the pain, destroys the brain
No one told me 'bout Aspirin damage
Sometimes I find myself shakin'
From the medication taken
Oh yeah.

I balance my Excedrin
And Anacins in stacks
I'm a pain reliever junkie
I got a Bayer on my back.

I went to see the doctor
He walked me down the hall
Said "Strip down 'til you're naked
Your suit, your tie and all."

Aspirin damage, Aspirin damage
Kills the pain, destroys the brain
Aspirin damage, my disadvantage
Sometimes I find myself shakin'
From the medication taken
Oh yeah.

Aspirin damage, Aspirin damage
Kills the pain, destroys the brain
No one told me 'bout Aspirin damage
Sometimes I find myself shakin'
From the medication taken
Oh yeah


. . .


I’m nuclear infected
I really don’t mind
I just go out when the sun goes down
And have a really good time

I can clear out any ballgame
In a minute and a half
I jus show up – glow up
And have a real good laugh

When I’m happy I glow yellow
When I sad I glow blue
And I glow red-hot when I’m in bed with you

I’m nuclear infected
Really ain’t that bad
In fact it’s about the best time
I’ve ever had

I’m nuclear infected
I’m looking for a mate
So I slip on something lead, babe
And go out on a date

Nuclear infected…don’t make me angry
Nuclear infected…don’t make me shake
Nuclear infected…don’t get me to sneeze
Nuclear infected…that’s a big mistake

I want to live on Three Mile Island
Where things are clean and neat
‘Cause we don’t have no health freaks
Clutterin’ up our streets
I’m nuclear infected I need something to eat
A China Syndrome salad with plutonium and cheese

. . .


The boy’s got problems
The boy’s got stress
The boys got a .38 hidden in desk
The boy’s got a chickie
With four months to go
Grim facts every parent must know

The girl’s a deadly teaser
Wants to do a private show
She got a hundred thousand fantasies
She wants the band to know
She likes to brush across my Levis
Likes to watch him grow
Grim facts every parent must know

Red lights
Gang fights
Brewin’ in the heart
Cop cars
Gay bars
On your precious street
That ain’t so neat

Sister’s on the street now
Lookin’ for some Joe
Only got about an hour
To pay for her new nose
Get’s a hundred for her body
A nickel for her soul
Grim facts every parent must know
Grim facts every parent must know

And I am feelin’ itchy
Got a fire down below
I’m a walkin’ loaded time bomb
Just about to blow
Tries to slide inside my pockets
But it’s strictly SRO
Grim facts every parent better know
Grim facts every parent better know

. . .


Be an Arab, be a Jew
Be a boxing Kangaroo
Beat yourself all black and blue
(I don’t care)

Be a bleeder, be a Cancer
Be a haemophiliac romancer
Be a crippled disco dancer
(What a pair)

He’s a model citizen
I think I’ve got them fooled again
He’s an ultra sweet guy
And the master of disguise
He’s a model citizen
Just keep believin’ that, my friends
I’m a model citizen

I’m a model citizen
I’m a model citizen
I’m a model citizen
I’m an All-American!

I’m a hostage in a city of creeps
They’ve got mercenary guards that watch me sleep
They’d like to kill me and bury me deep…
In the heart of Texas
I’m a martyr I’m a sadist
I might be the Savlor her to save us all
I’m a friend of Sammy Davis (casually)

He’s a model citizen
I think I’ve got them fooled again
He’s an ultra-sweety guy
I won’t let down my disguise
He’s a model citizen
Just keep believin’ that, my friends
He’s a model citizen

. . .


My liberated parents
They’re going out tonight
They read the happiest magazines
They’ve loosened their uptights
Dad’s wearing real tight Levis
And some Gucci tennis shoes

He’s got a T-shirt custom made for him
Sayin’ ‘Give Me Pot Not Booze’

I get a kiss goodbye
I get all numb and high
From all the smoke left on their breath
I smile and wish them well
Then I pray like hell
They go and dance themselves to death

Mom’s hair’s all green and dirty
She wears a high-tech Devo suit
She changed her name to ‘Xerox’
She hides Quaaludes in her boots
Oh, me, I’m real embarrassed
When I hear the things they do
They kinda compromise my social position
My coolitivity is suffering too

Come on momma, come on daddy
Come on skinny, come on fatty

. . .


tch-tch-tch-ah-ah-ah)

You're with your baby
And you're parked alone
On a summer night
You're deep in love
But you're deeper in the woods
You think you're doin' alright

Did you hear that voice
Did you see that face
Or was it just a dream
This can't be real
That only happens, babe
On the movie screen


Oh, but he's back
He's the man behind the mask
And he's out of control
He's back
The man behind the mask
And he crawled out of his hole


You're swimmin' with your girl
Out on lovers' lake
And the wind blows cold
It chills your bones
But you're still on the lake
That's a bad mistake

Ah - But the moon was full
And you had a chance
To be all alone
But you're not alone
This is your last dance
And your last romance

-chorus-

(tch-tch-tch-ah-ah-ah)
(tch-tch-tch-ah-ah-ah)

Oh, if you see him comin'
Get away if you can
Just keep on runnin'
Run as fast as you can
He's a dangerous, dangerous man

And he's out tonight
And he's watchin' you
And he knows you house
(tch-tch-tch-ah-ah-ah)
No, don't turn out the lights

-chorus-

Oh, but he's back
He's the man behind the mask
And he's out of control
He's back
The man behind the mask
And he's after your sole

Oh, but he's back
He's the man behind the mask
And he's out of control
He's back
The man behind the mask
And he's after your sole

. . .


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