Song | Bad Place Alone |
Artist | Alice Cooper |
Album | The Last Temptation |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Cooper, Saylor, Wexler | |
I'm a creature of the street | |
And I rip off all the money | |
I was kicked in the teeth | |
Shoved face first through a window | |
I got a gangland name | |
And a teardrop tattooed eye | |
They call me | |
Little Caesar in the brotherhood of crime | |
I know about the pain | |
Dyin' in an alley with an | |
Air-conditioned brain | |
I know, it's for real | |
Flatlined in an ambulance | |
Without a pulse to feel | |
Hey blood brother, you're one of our own | |
You're as sharp as a razor | |
And as hard as a stone | |
Hey blood brother, you're bad to the bone | |
You're a natural killer | |
In a bad place alone | |
They call me | |
Smoky JoeAnd | |
I'm as thin as a coroner's needle | |
I got a pocket full of rocks | |
Man, I shake like a cold chihuahua | |
I got a runny nose | |
And a road map on my arm | |
I blew my gig pokin' 'round the gallery | |
With someone else's rig | |
I know, I understand | |
I watch my body hauled off | |
By the local garbage man | |
Hey blood brother, you're one of our own | |
You're as sharp as a razor | |
And as hard as a stone | |
Hey blood brother, you're bad to the bone | |
You're a natural killer | |
In a bad place alone | |
We're cool, we're cold | |
We're stiff, we're tagged | |
We're slabbed, we're croaked | |
We're whacked, we're cracked | |
We're smoked and cured and | |
Slammed and slurred and | |
Sliced and diced and put on ice | |
Cooked and stewed and badly brewed | |
And splattered once or twice |
zuo ci : Cooper, Saylor, Wexler | |
I' m a creature of the street | |
And I rip off all the money | |
I was kicked in the teeth | |
Shoved face first through a window | |
I got a gangland name | |
And a teardrop tattooed eye | |
They call me | |
Little Caesar in the brotherhood of crime | |
I know about the pain | |
Dyin' in an alley with an | |
Airconditioned brain | |
I know, it' s for real | |
Flatlined in an ambulance | |
Without a pulse to feel | |
Hey blood brother, you' re one of our own | |
You' re as sharp as a razor | |
And as hard as a stone | |
Hey blood brother, you' re bad to the bone | |
You' re a natural killer | |
In a bad place alone | |
They call me | |
Smoky JoeAnd | |
I' m as thin as a coroner' s needle | |
I got a pocket full of rocks | |
Man, I shake like a cold chihuahua | |
I got a runny nose | |
And a road map on my arm | |
I blew my gig pokin' ' round the gallery | |
With someone else' s rig | |
I know, I understand | |
I watch my body hauled off | |
By the local garbage man | |
Hey blood brother, you' re one of our own | |
You' re as sharp as a razor | |
And as hard as a stone | |
Hey blood brother, you' re bad to the bone | |
You' re a natural killer | |
In a bad place alone | |
We' re cool, we' re cold | |
We' re stiff, we' re tagged | |
We' re slabbed, we' re croaked | |
We' re whacked, we' re cracked | |
We' re smoked and cured and | |
Slammed and slurred and | |
Sliced and diced and put on ice | |
Cooked and stewed and badly brewed | |
And splattered once or twice |
zuò cí : Cooper, Saylor, Wexler | |
I' m a creature of the street | |
And I rip off all the money | |
I was kicked in the teeth | |
Shoved face first through a window | |
I got a gangland name | |
And a teardrop tattooed eye | |
They call me | |
Little Caesar in the brotherhood of crime | |
I know about the pain | |
Dyin' in an alley with an | |
Airconditioned brain | |
I know, it' s for real | |
Flatlined in an ambulance | |
Without a pulse to feel | |
Hey blood brother, you' re one of our own | |
You' re as sharp as a razor | |
And as hard as a stone | |
Hey blood brother, you' re bad to the bone | |
You' re a natural killer | |
In a bad place alone | |
They call me | |
Smoky JoeAnd | |
I' m as thin as a coroner' s needle | |
I got a pocket full of rocks | |
Man, I shake like a cold chihuahua | |
I got a runny nose | |
And a road map on my arm | |
I blew my gig pokin' ' round the gallery | |
With someone else' s rig | |
I know, I understand | |
I watch my body hauled off | |
By the local garbage man | |
Hey blood brother, you' re one of our own | |
You' re as sharp as a razor | |
And as hard as a stone | |
Hey blood brother, you' re bad to the bone | |
You' re a natural killer | |
In a bad place alone | |
We' re cool, we' re cold | |
We' re stiff, we' re tagged | |
We' re slabbed, we' re croaked | |
We' re whacked, we' re cracked | |
We' re smoked and cured and | |
Slammed and slurred and | |
Sliced and diced and put on ice | |
Cooked and stewed and badly brewed | |
And splattered once or twice |