Alice Cooper - Raise Your Fist And Yell (Full Album) 1987 | Текст песни

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• Alice Cooper
• Raise Your Fist And Yell (Full Album) 1987

1 Freedom
2 Lock Me Up
3 Give The Radio Back
4 Step On You
5 Not That Kind Of Love
6 Prince Of Darkness
7 Time To Kill
8 Chop, Chop, Chop
9 Gail
10 Roses On White Lace

Alice Cooper - vocals
Kane Roberts - guitars
Paul Horowitz - keyboards
Kip Winger - bass, keyboards
Ken Mary - drums

Freedom

(Cooper/Roberts)

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

'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

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 makeup 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

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

'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 - we're gonna ring the bell
Freedom to rock, freedom to talk
Freedom - come on, 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 - make a fist, make a fist, make a fist

Lock me up

(Cooper/Roberts)

"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 '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
If you don't like it you can lock me up

Cover your eyes or cover your head
You'll never know what hit you 'till you're covered in red
Screaming bloody murder 'till the barricades bend
Sweating 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 them to write in the paper each night
How I bloodied the stage

If you don't like it you can lock me up
If you don't like it you can lock me up

Lock me up or shut up

Cover your eyes or cover your head
You'll never know what hit you 'till you're covered in red
Screaming bloody murder 'till the barricades bend
Sweating in the fog 'till the end

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

Give the radio back

(Cooper/Roberts)

Hey teacher, whatcha trying to do?
I'm gettin tired living 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
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
Give the radio back to the maniac
To the maniac

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

Give the radio
Give the radio back
Give the radio back to the maniacs
To the maniacs

Give the radio to the maniacs
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)

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 far, 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, 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

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)

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

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)

An angel fell one stormy night from heaven's glory
He split the earth to reign in hell

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

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)

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 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 unde