| Song | The Black Widow - Live At Hammersmith Apollo / 2009 |
| Artist | Alice Cooper |
| Album | Theatre of Death |
| 作曲 : Ezrin+Cooper+Wagner | |
| 作词 : Cooper, Ezrin, Wagner | |
| These words he speaks are true | |
| We're all humanary stew | |
| If we don't pledge allegiance to | |
| The Black | |
| WidowThe horror that he brings | |
| The horror of his sting | |
| The unholiest of kings | |
| The Black | |
| WidowOur minds will be his toy | |
| And every girl and boy | |
| Will learn to be employed by | |
| The Black | |
| WidowLove me, yes, we love me(Love him, yes, we love him) | |
| Love me, yes, we love him | |
| He sits upon his throne | |
| And picks at all the bones | |
| Of his husbands | |
| And his wives he's devoured | |
| He stares with a gleam | |
| With a laugh so obscene | |
| At the virgins and the children | |
| He's deflowered | |
| Love me, yes, we love me(Love him, yes, we love him) | |
| Love me, yes, we love him | |
| Our thoughts are hot and crazed | |
| Our brains are webbed in haze | |
| Of mindless senseless daze of | |
| The Black | |
| WidowThese words he speaks are true | |
| We're all humanary stew | |
| If we don't pledge allegiance to | |
| The Black | |
| WidowThe Black | |
| Widow |
| zuò qǔ : Ezrin Cooper Wagner | |
| zuò cí : Cooper, Ezrin, Wagner | |
| These words he speaks are true | |
| We' re all humanary stew | |
| If we don' t pledge allegiance to | |
| The Black | |
| WidowThe horror that he brings | |
| The horror of his sting | |
| The unholiest of kings | |
| The Black | |
| WidowOur minds will be his toy | |
| And every girl and boy | |
| Will learn to be employed by | |
| The Black | |
| WidowLove me, yes, we love me Love him, yes, we love him | |
| Love me, yes, we love him | |
| He sits upon his throne | |
| And picks at all the bones | |
| Of his husbands | |
| And his wives he' s devoured | |
| He stares with a gleam | |
| With a laugh so obscene | |
| At the virgins and the children | |
| He' s deflowered | |
| Love me, yes, we love me Love him, yes, we love him | |
| Love me, yes, we love him | |
| Our thoughts are hot and crazed | |
| Our brains are webbed in haze | |
| Of mindless senseless daze of | |
| The Black | |
| WidowThese words he speaks are true | |
| We' re all humanary stew | |
| If we don' t pledge allegiance to | |
| The Black | |
| WidowThe Black | |
| Widow |