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Alice Cooper
Alice Cooper


Background information
Birth name Vincent Damon Furnier
Born February 4, 1948
Born place Allen Park, Michigan, United States
Genre(s) Rock
Hard Rock
Heavy Metal
Shock Rock
Years active 1963—present
Label(s) Epic Records
Atlantic Records
Eagle Records
MCA Records
New West Records
Spitfire Records
Website Website



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Alice Cooper Album


Freak Out Song (1969)
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Yeah old Adam was as happy as a man can be
He started messin' with that old apple tree

Ain't that just like a woman
Ain't that just like a woman
Ain't that just like a woman she'll do it, every time

Yeah you can buy a woman clothes
give 'em money on the side
no matter what you do
she ain't never satisfied

Ain't that just like a woman
Ain't that just like a woman
Ain't that just like a woman she'll do it, every time

Yeah Samson was the strongest man anywhere
along came delilah and cut off his hair

Ain't that just like a woman
Ain't that just like a woman
Ain't that just like a woman she'll do it, every time

Yeah you can buy a woman clothes
give 'em money on the side
no matter what you do
she ain't never satisfied

Ain't that just like a woman
Ain't that just like a woman
Ain't that just like a woman she'll do it, every time

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We've been so caught up in the subject of personnel
Playing and acting, and slaving and bathing ourselves

Who lies and who tries to come over everyone
Painting a picture to show everyone in the world

Fearing is natural
New names and faces can bring
Build ups and barriers hiding behind everything

Who lies and who tries to come over everyone
Painting a picture to show everyone in the world





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Instrumental

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You can burn my house
You can cut my hair
You can make me wrestle naked
With a grizzly bear
You can poison my cat
Baby I don't care
But if you talk in the movies
I'll kill you right there

It's the little things
It's just the little things
Aw it's the little things
It's just the little things
Yeah it's the little things
That drive me wild

I'm like a mad dog
I'm on a short leash
I'm on a tight rope
Hanging by a thread
I'm on some thin ice
You push me too far
Welcome to my nightmare
No more Mr. Nice Guy

You can steal my car
And drive it into the lake
You can stick me in the oven
And put it on bake
You could throw a big brick
Through my window pane
But if I ever hear you ask me
How I got my name

It's the little things
It's just the little things
Aw it's the little things
It's just the little things
Yeah it's the little things
That drive me wild

I'm like a mad dog
I'm on a short leash
I'm on a tight rope
Hanging by a thread
I'm on some thin ice
You push me too far
Welcome to my nightmare
No more Mr. Nice Guy

I've done it all
I mean I been everywhere
I've been beaten
I been stabbed
I been hung
I been burried alive
And I can deal with that
But its the little things
I've done it all
I mean I been everywhere
I've been beaten
I been stabbed
I been hung
I been burried alive
And I can deal with that
Cuz its the little things

It's the little things
It's just the little things
Yeah it's the little things
Just the little things
Aw just the little things
That drive me wild

I'm like a mad dog
I'm on a short leash
I'm on a tight rope
Hanging by a thread
I'm on some thin ice
You push me too far
I'm just a psycho
Pathic psycho
Pathic

I'm like a mad dog
I'm on a short leash
I'm on a tight rope
Hanging by a thread
I'm on some thin ice
You push me too far
Welcome to my nightmare
No more Mr. Nice Guy

It's just the little things
Aw it's the little things
It's just the little things


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One half a billion miles away
The lumanary man escapes
What planetary ? freed
To (lemon) shaped galaxy

?

You brought me from another life
Of work and pain to analyse
You take one, two and three
? shaped galazy

I gather the sign
But don`t lose you mind
?


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Well I'm goin' to the river, gonna jump off a boat and drown
Yes, I'm goin' to the river, gonna jump off a boat and drown
Because the gal I love, she's gone and left this town
Well when she left me, I bowed my head and cried
When she left me, I bowed my head and cried
I Never thought I'd be, I'd be the one to cry
So if you see my baby, tell her goodbye for me
If you see my baby, tell her goodbye for me
Cause I'm tired of livin', baby livin' in misery
That's why I'm goin' to the river, gonna jump off a boat and drown
Yes, I'm goin' to the river, gonna jump off a boat and drown
Because the gal I love, she's gone and left this town




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Nobody likes me
It's all my fault
Nobody likes me
Nobody likes me

Oh yes we all like you
We like you a lot
Yes we all like you
Yes we all like you

I never get a letter
We have no time
Never ever get a call from you
I have no dime

Oh yes you do
Oh no we don't [x3]
Yes! No! Yes! No! [etc.]

Never call, never write
Yes I do always try
Make me cry all the night
Sorry I made you cry
Make me sad, Make me mad
Tell me true, what can I do?

Way too late can't cant make up
All the late has built up
Ha ha ha ha aaah

Right we all like you
We like you a lot
We like all your family
We like your dog Spot
Even Spot?
Yes



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Forever I'll enjoy you underchevement
I gonna see you every day now if I can
Why then don't the night show really matters
I still wake on the fields of regret

There is something to this dream we're all involved in
wow, Can I see it, can I say it may exist
Rest me, hide my years around the planet.
If we dwell in the fields of regret

What horror must invade the mind
When the approaching judge shall find
What sinful deeds from all mankind

With death and nature in surprise
Behold the wretched sinners rise
To meet the judge's searching eyes

And when the doomed no more can flee
From the flames of misery
Assist me while I die

Wander through those ever thoughts though if imagined
But come down on it's so easy to resist
Rest me, hide my years around the planet.
Sound another, no part over, won't forget
When we laugh at the fields of regret.





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