From Raise Your Fist and Yell (1987) by Alice Cooper

Freedom (Cooper/Roberts) - 4:09

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
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 of Mother
(They never knew anyway)
'Cuz 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
'Cuz you sure can't take us
Nobody better tell you how to live your life
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
'Cuz 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
Yeeaow

Lock Me up (Cooper/Roberts) - 3:23

Alice Cooper
You have been accused of mass mental cruelty
How do you plead?
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 til 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 you're 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 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
If you don't like it you can lock me up
Woah, oh, 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 you're covered in red
Screaming bloody murder til the barricades bend
Sweatin' in the fog til the end

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 - I wanna be hot
Woah, oh, oh, oh, oh
If you don't like it you can lock me up - I wanna be cool
Woah, oh, oh, oh, oh
If you don't like it you can lock me up - I wanna be sick
Woah, oh, oh, oh, oh - ah, real sick

Give the Radio Back (Cooper/Roberts) - 3:35

Hey teacher, whatcha trying to do?
I'm gettin tired livin in this zoo
You slap my face and you lock 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 back
Yeah, give the radio back
Give the radio back to the maniacs

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 maniacs
To the maniacs

I never ever felt this way before
Ain't gonna take it no more

Yeah, give the radio back
Give the radio back
Ah, give the radio back
To the maniacs
To the maniacs
Oh, give the radio
To the maniacs
Oh, give the radio
To the maniacs
Give it, give it, give it, give it, give give give the radio
To the maniacs
The little maniacs
You're all maniacs

Step on You (Cooper/Roberts) - 3:38

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 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
Step
Step
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
Step

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 (Cooper/Roberts) - 3:16

Hello, my little pretty
My, don't we look nice
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
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
Not that kind of love
No, it's not that kind of love
It's not that kind of love
No, it's not that kind of love

I don't want to know your dad or mom
And I won't be calling you to go to the prom
If you want to go, 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
Not that kind of love
Not that kind of love
Not that kind of love
No no
Not that kind of love
Not that kind of love
Not that kind of love
Not that kind of love
Not that kind of love
Not that kind of love
Not that kind of love

Prince of Darkness (Cooper/Roberts) - 5:05

An angel fell one stormy night
From heaven's glory
He split the earth to reign in hell
Waoh o-oh
He fears the light
He fears the truth
He fears what's going to 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
Waoh o-oh
He lives for hate
He lives for fears
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 going to 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 (Cooper/Roberts) - 3:43

Well, I was born on a dead-end street
I'm cold-blooded but I always felt the heat
All my friends are dead and gone
If there's a hell, I'm one step closer to it
Somewhere I crossed the line
Somewhere I'm lost in time
I lost my soul and now I'm losing my mi-mi-mi-mind

Time to kill
I've had enough of all of your lies
I only got time to kill
You've seen the fire in my eyes
I only got time to kill

I spend my days counting bricks on the wall
And every night I hear those sirens call
I sink deeper into a convict's sleep
And dream about the day I'm gonna hit the streets
One time I cursed the man
He laughed and broke my hand
I'm gonna take that fist and make him understand
I'll make him understand

I've had enough of long goodbyes
I only got time to kill
I feel the fire in my eyes
I only got time to kill

You know I always thought there was time enough
To win the game
But now I know the times are rough
The seasons change, oh times are strange

Somewhere I crossed the line
Somewhere I'm lost in time
I lost my soul and now I'm losing my mi-mi-mi-mind

Time to kill
I've had enough of all of your lies
I only got time to kill
You've seen the fire in my eyes
I 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 only got time to kill
Kill kill kill kill...

Chop, Chop, Chop (Cooper/Roberts) - 3:10

Some people call me the creeper
'Cuz 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 streets
Want money when we meet
I take them 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 so tight to her hips
And an anklet with a name
It spelled M-A-R-Y...Gail!
Gail
Gail
Gail
Gail
Gail
Gail...

Gail (Cooper/Roberts/Winger) - 2:29

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

Oh, what a lovely young girl
Everybody would say
You can still hear her laugh
In the shadows on a cold winter 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 (Cooper/Roberts) - 4:27

I saw you in 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
Roses on white lace
Roses on white lace