the spirit Let the fire run Through the darkest age we can surely fly Through the darkest age with the fist of fire Through the darkest age with the fist
sticks and sweat drips break the lock if it don't fit a kick in the teeth is good for some a kiss with a fist is better than none a-woah a kiss with a fist
the same Blood sticks Sweat drips Break the lock if it don't fit A kick in the teeth is good for some A kiss with a fist is better then none A kiss with a fist
microphone With a fistful of steel, with a fistful of steel ('Cause I know the power of the question) With a fistful of steel, with a fistful of steel
all i do is party ha ha ha ha all i do is party ha ha ha ha so bounce low, bounce low bounce high, bounce high all i do is party ha ha ha ha all i do
Remember when I caught your eye you gave me rainbows and butterflies we did enjoy our happiness? when our love was over I was such a mess I smiled at
your boots you got lust in your veins the shriek of sirens singing out of tune a dozen black roses in a hideous room you got a swagger you got a fistful
The outside world has its own open sores by our mores. To be sanitized. Filthy! Unclean! What do they fear? This is their evil this year. Why do they
So, now I'm watching as my house is raided Like I'm some sort of terrorist I thought that they were democratic, not an iron fist More like an iron fist
it?s crisis time, stuck in the suburbs Dying on the vine He knows how to give me gifts from above He knows how to give me two-fisted love Two-fisted
Fist Heart Mighty Dawn Dart In some way our slain our yours Stone eyes drill for wealth lies In some way our fate is one. Funny how the day comes
Talking in my sleep, next to no one Never never, say never again I can't rise and shine, no I won't even try My rainy windows are crying crying Shoulda
on, raise your fist and yell Freedom Freedom, we're gonna ring that bell Freedom to rock, freedom to talk Freedom, raise your fist, raise your fist Raise your fist
Some people call me the Creeper 'Cause they don't know my name or face I got 'em running in circles Because a homicidal genius never leaves a trace I
A tree has grown on the spot Where her body did rest Blood seeped into the soil From the knife in her chest The bugs serve time In her skeletal jail
Hey teacher, what are you trying to do? I'm getting tired of livin' in this zoo You slap my face and you knock me down You beat my head right in to the
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
Hello, my little pretty My, don't we look yuk Come here You spend all day picking out your dress I like you dirty when your hair is a mess You smell
