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Raise Your Fist And Yell

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Tracks:
Freedom Lock Me Up Give The Radio Back Step On You Not That Kind Of Love Prince Of Darkness Time To Kill Chop, Chop, Chop Gail Roses On White
Lace
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Albuminformation:
Erschienen: 1987 bei MCA Records Produziert von Michael Wagener
Vocals: Alice Cooper Guitars, Vocals: Kane Roberts Bass, Vocals, Keyboards: Kip Winger Drums: Ken K. Mary - Keyboards:
Paul Horowitz
Aufgenommen: Precision Laquer, Los Angeles, CA
Albumkritiken befinden sich hier.
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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 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
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Lock Me Up
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
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Give The Radio Back
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
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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 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!
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Not That Kind Of Love
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
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Prince Of Darkness
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
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Time To Kill
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... That ain't so neat
Mmm Grim facts, you know, growing all the time Mmm Grim facts, real grim Yeah.
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Chop, Chop, Chop
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...
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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
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
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Roses On White Lace
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
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