Azure and Spawn's Australian dedication toALICE COOPER

RAISE YOUR FIST AND YELL 1987



FREEDOM

We, the people of the United States In order to form a more perfect union Stop pretending that you've never been bad You're never wrong and you've never been dirty You're such a saint, that ain't the way we see you Ah, you want to rule us with an iron hand You change the lyrics and become Big Brother This ain't Russia, you ain't my dad or mother They never knew anyway Cause I never walk away from what I know is right But I'm gonna turn my back on you Freedom, we're gonna ring the bell Freedom to rock, freedom to talk Freedom, raise your fist and yell Freedom to rock, freedom to talk Freedom ring Aaaah You're playing God from your ivory tower Back off preacher, I don't care if it's Sunday I ain't no angel, but I've never been better We're a make-up metal generation We're not as stupid as you want to make us You better leave us, man Cause you sure can't take us Oh, nobody better tell you how to live your life Oh, you gotta do it on your own Freedom, we're gonna ring the bell Freedom to rock, freedom to talk Freedom, raise your fist and yell Freedom to rock, freedom to talk Freedom ring Oh yeah Cause I never walk away from what I know is right But I'm gonna turn my back on you Freedom, we're gonna ring the bell Freedom to rock, freedom to talk Freedom, raise your fist and yell Freedom Freedom, we're gonna ring the bell Freedom to rock, freedom to talk Freedom, raise your fist and yell Freedom Freedom, we're gonna ring that bell Freedom to rock, freedom to talk Freedom, come on, raise your fist and yell Freedom Come on, yell Come on, yell Freedom to rock, freedom to talk Freedom Make a fist Make a fist Make a fist Freedom



LOCK ME UP

Alice Cooper, you have been accused of mass mental cruelty How do you plead? Guilty Hahaha... 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 till 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 Whoa... If you don't like it, you can lock me up Whoa... Cover your eyes Cover your head You'll never know what hit you till you're covered in red Screaming bloody murder till the barricades bend Sweatin' in the fog till 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 'em to write in the paper each night how I bloodied the stage If you don't like it, you can lock me up Whoa... If you don't like it, you can lock me up Whoa... Oh, lock me up or shut up Cover your eyes Or cover your head You'll never know what hit you til you're covered in red Screaming bloody murder, make the barricades bend Sweatin' in the life till the end If you don't like it, you can lock me up Whoa... I wanna be hot If you don't like it, you can lock me up Whoa... I wanna be cool If you don't like it, you can lock me up Whoa... I wanna be sick If you don't like it, you can lock me up Whoa... Ah, real sick



GIVE THE RADIO BACK

Hey teacher, what'cha tryin' to do? I'm gettin' tired livin' in this zoo You slap my face and you knock me down You beat my head right in the ground I never ever felt this way before I can't take it no more So give the radio Yeah, give the radio back Give the radio back To the maniac To the maniac Well, there's a party going on outside All my friends got ya terrified Don't call the cops, call the State Police Don't break up this blown-out symphony You think I'm wasting all my precious time You say my music oughta be a crime, well Give the radio Give the radio back Yeah, give the radio back To the maniac To the maniac I never ever felt this way before Ain't gonna take it no more Yeah, give the radio Give the radio back Ah, give the radio back To the maniac To the maniac Ah, give the radio To the maniacs Oh, give the radio To the maniacs Give it...



STEP ON YOU

You're in my way You crossed the line You're in my face You're on my case, You really waste my time Don't like your style Don't like your sound You talk too much You've got no touch You drive it in the ground I'm gonna step on you I'm gonna step on you I'm gonna step on you I'm gonna step on you Don't like your smile Don't like your clothes Don't like your hair And I don't care About your ruby-pierced nose You push too hard You talk too loud You stay too long You're in my song But you ain't in my crowd I'm gonna step on you I'm gonna step on you I'm gonna step on you I'm gonna step on you You ruin my day You're wrecking my night I'm biting my lips Because I'm ready to fight I'm gonna sharpen my spikes I'm gonna strap on my boots I'm gonna squash you on sight Oh, I'm gonna step on you Step... You ruin my day You're wrecking my night I'm biting my lips Because I'm ready to fight I'm gonna sharpen my spikes I'm gonna strap on my boots I'm gonna squash you on sight Don't leave me no message on my telephone Cut right through the bull, right to the bone The snow in your nose and the crack in your brain It used to be cool, now it's just insane I'm gonna step on you Step I'm gonna step on you Step Step



NOT THAT KIND OF LOVE

Hello, my little pretty My, don't we look, yuck Come here You spend all day picking out your dress I like you dirty, when you're hair is a mess You smell so sweet walking in the room, yeah You don't have to try so hard to drown me in perfume Don't cry your heart out Don't tell your preacher Don't get ideas This won't last forever Just wanna touch you Just wanna feel you Just wanna taste you I never wanted, I never wanted love before I never wanted, I never wanted love before Not that kind of love (no, no, no) Not that kind of love No, not that kind of love (no, no, no) It's not that kind of love No, it's not that kind of love Yeah I don't wanna know your dad or mom And I won't be calling you to go to the prom If you wanna go to some cheap motel You can pick me up at eight, I'll never tell Don't cry your heart out Don't tell your preacher Don't get ideas This won't last forever Just wanna touch you Just wanna feel you Just wanna taste you I never wanted, I never wanted love before I never wanted, I never wanted love before Not that kind of love (no, no, no) Not that kind of love Not that kind of love (no, no, no) Not that kind of love No, no (no, no, no) Not that kind of love (no, no, no)...



PRINCE OF DARKNESS

An angel fell one stormy night from heaven's glory He split the earth to reign in hell Whoa... He fears the light He fears the truth He fears what's gonna be He spits on life He spits on God He spits up death for you and me Prince of darkness Studies the world with hungry eyes Prince of darkness Ready to baptize you in lies Heart of evil Soul of blackness Prince of darkness He saw that man was just a boy with a baby's mind He swore damnation of God's creation Whoa... He lives for hate He lives for tears He lives up to his name He knew the light He knew the one Who was crucified in pain Prince of darkness Studies the world with hungry eyes Prince of darkness Ready to baptize you in lies Heart of evil Soul of blackness He fears the light He fears the truth He fears what's gonna be He spits on life He spits on God He spits up death for you and me Prince of darkness Studies the world with hungry eyes Prince of darkness Ready to baptize you in lies Prince of darkness Studies the world with hungry eyes Prince of darkness Ready to baptize you in lies Prince of darkness He smells the breath of sweet human sin And deeply breathes it in Prince of darkness



TIME TO KILL

Somewhere, I crossed the line Somewhere, I'm lost in time I lost my soul And now, I'm losing my mind Time to kill I've had enough of all of your lies I only got time to kill You seen the fire in my eyes I've only got time to kill I've had enough of long goodbyes I only got time to kill I feel the fire in my eyes I've only got time to kill



CHOP, CHOP, CHOP

Some people call me the creeper Cause they don't know my name or face I got 'em running in circles Because a homicidal genius never leaves a trace I'm a lonely hunter City full of game Walkin' in the neon lights Chop, chop, chop, engine of destruction Chop, chop, chop, a perfect killing machine Chop, chop, chop, it's a symbiotic function Chop, chop, chop, I keep the city so clean Chop, chop, chop Some people call me the Ripper Stole my modus operandi from the movie screen She's just a celluloid stripper Just another bloody player in my splatter-filled dream Women on the street Want money when we meet I take 'em for a little ride Chop, chop, chop, I'm an engine of destruction Chop, chop, chop, a perfect killing machine Chop, chop, chop, it's a symbiotic function Chop, chop, chop, I keep the city so clean Chop, chop, chop She was standing on the corner With her bright red lips Her face was so white and pale So pale She had a black leather skirt That was tight to her hips And an anklet with a name It spelled M-A-R-Y Gail Gail...



GAIL

A tree has grown on the spot where her body did rest Blood seeped in the soil from the knife in her chest The bugs serve time in her skeletal jail I wonder how the bugs remember Gail Ooh, what a lovely young girl, everybody would say You can still hear her laugh in the shadows on a cold winter's day A dog dug up a bone and wagged its tail I wonder how the dog remembers Gail The bugs serve time in her skeletal jail I wonder how that I'll remember Gail



ROSES ON WHITE LACE

I saw you with your wedding gown The prettiest dress I came into your room that night And made such a mess In my own way I lovingly kiss the bride With your ring in your hand Your eyes and your mouth open wide In my eyes Blood drops look like roses on white lace They won't wash away In my mind They're roses on white lace Straight from the heart So dead upon the bed You hurt me in the deepest way I'm crippled inside I took your evil skin away It's all cut and dried I saw you tonight And carefully took your hand With some smears on my cheeks I knew that you'd understand In my eyes Blood drops look like roses on white lace They won't wash away In my mind They're roses on white lace Straight from the heart So dead upon the bed Still searching for your head They're never going to find your face It's hidden away I found a very special place Where you used to play In my own way I lovingly kiss the bride With your ring in your hand Your heart and your mouth open wide In my eyes Blood drops look like roses on white lace They won't wash away In my mind They're roses on white lace Straight from the heart Blood drops look like roses on white lace Crimson and sweet, stained on the sheet Roses on white lace Pretty in red, dripping and wet Roses on white lace Spilled on the walls, dark in the hall Roses on white lace



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