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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


Muscle Of Love (1973)
1973
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We're so young and pretty, we're so young and clean
So many things that we have never seen
Let's move from Ohio, sell this dam' old store
Big Apple dreamin' on a wooden floor

Skyscrapers and subways and stations
Staring up at the United Nations

New York is waiting for you and me, baby
Waiting to swallow us down
New York, we're coming to see what you're made of
Are you as great as you sound

Heard about them massages, and all those dirty shows
I read somewhere some places never close
While we waste time on yokels, comin' through the door
Big Apple dreamin' on a wooden floor

Skyscrapers and subways and stations
Staring up at the United Nations

New York is waiting for you and me, baby
Waiting to swallow us down
New York, we're coming to see what you're made of
Are you as great as you sound

New York is waiting for you and me, baby
Waiting to swallow us down
New York, we're coming to see what you're made of
Are you as tough as you sound

Oh, New York is waiting for you and me, baby
Waiting to swallow us down, whoo-oo
New York, we're coming, to see what you're made of
Are you as tough as you sound

Yeah, New York is waiting, baby
Waiting to swallow us down,
New York, we're coming, see what you're made of
You can't be as tough as you sound

Oh, New York, you and me, baby
Waiting to swallow us down,
New York, we're coming see what you're made of
Are you as great as you sound

Oh, New York, Oh, New York we're coming
Oh, we're coming to see what you're made of
Oh, you can't be as tough as you sound
Me and my baby, we're coming
Oh, we're coming

They're waiting for you and me, baby
Oh...


. . .


You ask me, babe, "Can you work tonight?"
I've been up, babe, since broad daylight

I just can't believe that you're selling me,
You never sold me before
I just can't become your lousy who-o-ore

Yeah, I'm stacked nice, they really like my style
Fifty bucks, babe, ha, can't even buy my smile

I just can't believe that you're selling me,
You never sold me before
I just can't become your lousy who-o-ore

I-I-I-I find I come around just to lay this money on you, babe
I'm sick of streets, chicks and dicks, and I'm,
I'm really sick of you

Oh-oh, I've never been sold before
And I'll never be had again
Oh-oh, I've never been sold before
And I'll never be had a-gain

I just can't believe that you're selling me,
You never sold me befo-ore
I just can't become your little whore

No, no, no, no

Oh, I've never been sold before
And I'll never be had again
Oh-oh, I've never been sold before
And I'll never be had a-gain

Oh, I've never been sold before
And I'll never be had again
Oh-oh, I've never been sold before
And I'll never be had a-gain

Oh, I've never been sold before
And I'll never be had again
Oh-oh, I've never been sold before
And I'll never be had a-gain

Oh, I've never been sold before
And I'll never be had again
Oh-oh, I've never been sold before
And I'll never be had a-gain

Oh, I've never been sold before
And I'll never be had again
Oh-oh, I've never been sold before
And I'll never be had a-gain


. . .


Nights coast to coast
Work hard as a ghost
When you live in a countdown
Time is free as a jailbird
At least that's what I've hearda
When you live in a...

Love comes cheap at a swap meet
It all comes so dirt cheap
When you live in a bedroom
Love that's deep as a lever
But that ain't a measure
When you live in a castle

Mind gets scrambled like eggs
Gets bruised and erased
When you live in a brainstorm
Noise seems logically right
Ringing in the night

*
Hard hearted Alice
Is what we wanna be
Hard hearted Alice
Is waht you want to see

(*)


. . .


Crazy little child
Never got to see
All the pretty things in life
Had him put away
Nothing they could say
Could ever make the pieces fit

Aw well, Daddy-o was rich
Mama was a bitch
Living wasn't easy in between
Behind his silent scream
Jackson in his teens
Was planning his escape

He was a crazy little child
New Orleans Alley playground
Grimy faced
He watched the hookers cry
Winos were his friends And when he talked to them
They said, "Jackson, boy, they'll get you by and by"

Depression settin' in
Desp'rate, cool and quick
Jackson learned the ropes out on the street
Little candy stores
Just pickin' locks and doors
Was practice for a two bit petty thief

So Jackson went to Ritz
And ev'ryone was hip
Ritz ran all the rackets there in town
If you need another boy
A trigger or a blade
Well, I'm the slickest cat around

Yeah, Ritz gave him the eye
Once over, then he smiled
"Yeah, I've got something here in mind
If you meet me here at two
I think you'll like the view
Of that long green when you crack that safe tonight"

He was a crazy little child
New Orleans Alley playground
And grimy faced
He watched the hookers cry, whoo
Winos were his friends
And when he talked to them
They said, "Jackson, boy, they'll get you by and by," that's right

Well, I'll wait for you outside
And I'll be your ears and your eyes
And boy, you just slip in there and bring out all that loot
But Ritz was taken by surprise
Couple of unspectin' guys
And they left poor Jackson inside

Questions there were few
In fact there were none
When those Sheriff's bullets start to fly
Lay dying on the floor
With a smokin' forty four
He said, "I must admit the winos were right"

Crazy little child
Never got to see
All the pretty things in life
We buried him today
Nothing we could say
Could ever make the pieces fit

Yeah, I must admit the winos were right
Oh, I must admit the winos were right
Yes, that's what I said
I must admit the winos we-ere ri-ight


. . .


What a drag it is
These gold lame' jeans
Is this the coolest way
To get though your teens
Well, I cut my hair weird
I read that it was in
I looked like a rooster
That was drowned and raised again

What are you a-gonna do
Tell you what I'm a-gonna do
Why don't you get away-ay
I'm gonna leave today-ay

I ran into my room
And I fell down on my knees
Well, I thought that fifteen
Was gonna be a breeze
I picked up my guitar
To blast way the clouds
But somebody in the next room yelled
"You gotta turn that damn thing down"

What are you gonna do
Tell you what I'm a-gonna do
Why don't you get away-ay
I'm gonna cry all day-ay

And I know trouble is brewing out there
But I can hardly care
They fight all night about his private secretary
Lipstick stain, blonde hair, oh,oh, oh

What are you gonna do
Tell you what I'm a-gonna do
Why don't you run away-ay
I'm gonna leave today

But even
I don't know
What I'm gonna do
Don't know what I'm gonna do
No!

What are you a-gonna do
Tell you what I'm a-gonna do
Why don't you run away
I'm gonna leave today

What are you a-gonna do
I'll tell you what I'm a-gonna do
Why don't you get away
Well, I'd rather cry all day

What are you gonna do
What are you
Gonna do

What are you gonna do
What are you
Gonna do

What are you gonna do
What are you
Gonna do

What are you gonna do
What are you
Gonna do

What are you gonna do
What are you
Gonna do

What are you gonna do
What are you
Gonna do

What are you gonna do
Gonna do
Gonna do (Alice, Alice, Alice, Alice)

What are you gonna do
Gonna do
Gonna do

What are you gonna do
What are you
Gonna do


. . .


She'll do your work in half the time
Never sick and can't go blind
Oh, woman machine

Brains of tape that fill her head
She knows more now than all the dead
Oh, woman machine

Oh, woman machine
Oh, woman machine
Oh, woman machine
Oh, woman machine

Heart of steel and skin that's cold
Can't wear her out, she can't grow old
Oh, woman machine

She goes to bed when her work is through
She'll do it all, just change the tubes
Oh, woman machine

Oh, woman machine
Oh, woman machine
Oh, woman machine
Oh, woman machine-ine

Oh, woman machine
Oh, woman machine
Oh, woman machine
Oh, woman

She can't talk back
With no playback
But she'll listen
To all your woe
Trade your old one
For a new one
They just don't make 'em like they used to
No!

Oh, woman machine
Oh, woman machine
Oh, woman machine
Oh, woman machine

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