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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


Killer (1971)
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The telephone is ringing
You got me on the run
I'm driving in my car now
Anticipating fun
I'm driving right up to you, babe
I guess that you couldn't see, yeah yeah
But you were under my wheels honey
Why don't you let me be

'Cause when you call me on the telephone
Saying take me to the show
And then I say, honey, I just can't go
Old lady's sick and I can't leave her home

The telephone is ringing
You got me on the run
I'm driving in my car now
I got you under my wheels
I got you under my wheels
I got you under my wheels
Yeah yeah
I got you under my wheels
Yeah yeah
I got you under my wheels

The telephone is ringing
You got me on the run
I'm driving in my car now
Anticipating fun
I'm driving right up to you, babe
I guess you that couldn't see, yeah yeah
But you was under my wheels, honey
Why don't you let me be, yeah yeah
I got you under my wheels
I got you under my wheels
I got you under my wheels
Yeah yeah


. . .


She struts into the room
Well I don't know her
But with a magnifying glance
I just sort of looked her over, hmm
We have a drink or two
Well, maybe three
And then suddenly she starts telling me
Her life story
She says

Baby, if you wanna be my lover
You better take me home
'Cause it's a long long way to paradise
And I'm still on my own

Told her that I came
From Detroit City
And I played guitar
In a long-haired rock and roll band
She asked me why
The singer's name was Alice
I said listen, baby
You really wouldn't understand

And I said

Oh baby, if you wanna
Be my lover
You better take me home
'Cause it's a long long way to paradise
And I'm still on my own

Oh baby, if you wanna
Be my lover
You better take me hoooooome
'Cause it's a long long way to paradise
And I'm still on my oooooown

Ooooooh


. . .


I've got the answers
To all of your questions
If you've got the money
To pay me in gold

I will be living
In old Monte Carlo
And you will be reading
The secrets I sold

Daggers and contacts
And bright shiny limos
I've got a watch
That turns into a lifeboat

Glimmering nightgowns
And poisonous cobras
Silencer under the heel of my shoe

The elegance of China
They sent her to lie here on her back
But as she deeply moves me
She'd rather shoot me in my tracks

And while a Middle Asian lady
She really came as no surprise
But I still did destroy her
And I will smash
Halo of flies

I crossed the ocean
Where no one could see
And I put a time-bomb
In your submarine
Goodbye to old friends
The secret's in hand
With phony papers
And counterfeit plans
You never will understand

. . .


I'm a gambler
And I'm a runner
But you knew that
When you lay down

I'm a picture
Of ugly stories
I'm a killer
And I'm a clown

Step into the street by sundown
Step into your last goodbye
You're a target just by living
Twenty dollars will make you die

I wear lace
And I wear black leather
My hands are lightning upon my gun

My shots are clean
And my, my shots are final
My shots are deadly
And when it's done

You're as stiff as my smoking barrel
You're as dead as a desert night
You're a notch
And I'm a legend
You're at peace
And I must hide

Tell me where the hell I'm going
'Let my bones fall in the dust
Can't you hear that ghost that's calling
As my Colt begins to rust
In the dust

I'm a killer
I'm a clown
I'm a priest
That's gone to town

. . .


Yeah, you
Seem so civilized
Your mama's tryin
To run your life
Your daddy's tryin
To pick your wife
Oh no

Yeah, you run around
With all that hair
They just don't like
Those rags you wear
You say
I'm gonna pack up my stuff
I'm gonna run away

And then you say
You drive me nervous, nervous
And then I said
You drive me nervous, nervous, nervous, oh

Nervous, nervous, nervous, nervous, whoa-oh-oh
Aaah

You're out of state
You're thrown in jail
You ain't got the bread
To pay the bail
Your mom and papa come up and said
"Honey, where did we fail?"

And then you scream
You drive me nervous, nervous
And then I screamed
You drive me nervous, nervous, nervous, oh

Nervous, nervous, nervous, nervous, whoa-oh-oh

You drive me ne-ne-ne-nervous
Ne-ne-ne-nervous
You drive me nervous
Whoa


. . .


You can be my slave
And I'll be a stranger

We could be in passion
We could be in danger

Take you off the streets
Put you under my wings

Yeah, you could pull my leg
Or anything

Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Oh yeah

You could be the devil
You could be the saviour

Well I really can't tell
By the way that your behavior

I'll take you off the boat
Put you under my wing

Yeah, you could pull my leg
Or anything

Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Oh yeah

I don't know what you're playin
Don't even know what you're sayin

You gotta leave me alone
I'm gonna go on home

Aaoh, the things are gettin tougher
Yeah, the things are gettin rougher
This is Alice speakin

Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

You could be the devil
You could be the saviour

Well I really can't tell
By the way that your behavior

Take you off the streets
Put you under my wings

Yeah, you could pull my leg
Or anything

Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah


. . .


Little Betty ate a pound of aspirin
She got them from the shelf upon the wall
Betty's mommy wasn't there to save her
She didn't even hear her baby call

Dead babies
Can't take care of themselves
Dead babies
Can't take things off the shelf
Well we didn't want you anyway
Lalala-la, lalala-la, la la la

Daddy is an agrophile in Texas
Mommy's on the bar most every night
Little Betty's sleeping in the graveyard
Living there in burgundy and white

Dead babies
Can't take care of themselves
Dead babies
Can't take things off the shelf
Well we didn't want you anyway
Lalala-la, lalala-la, la la la

Goodbye, Little Betty
Goodbye, Little Betty
So long, Little Betty
So long, Little Betty
Betty, so long

Dead babies
Can't take care of themselves
Dead babies
Can't take things off the shelf
Well we didn't need you anyway
Lalala-la, lalala-la, la la la

Goodbye, Little Betty


. . .


What did I do to deserve such a fate
I didn't really want to get
Involved in this thing
Someone handed me this gun and I
I gave it everything
Yeah, I gave it everything

I came into this life
Looked all around
I saw just what I liked
And took what I found
Nothing came easy
Nothing came free
Nothing came all until they
Came after me

Yeah-hey, yeah

(What did I do to deserve such a fate?)
(I gave it everything)
(Now I need to escape)
(Someone near me, calling my name)
(I gave it everything)
(I gave it everything - sigh)

Miles and miles...


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