Тексты песен «Alice Cooper»

You're your own worst enemy You're a walking catastrophe You get up every morning on the wrong side of the bed You butter your hand instead of the bread Drink enough coffee to wake the dead. You're doing 85 and...

Walkin' through the tombstones Go there everyday Stood damn still I got a chill Someone walked across my grave Stroll across the killing fields In the middle of the night Walked across the fire In the cold moon...

Zorro lies dying In the Spanish sun All the women crying Especially the pretty ones He drew his sword... They came with guns Stealing is stealing I've done lots of that Now reach into my pocket, padre Hide this gold...