Alice Cooper 
You have been accused of mass mental cruelty 
How do you plead? 
Guilty! 

Don't want to be clean 
Don't want to be nice 
The whip's gonna crack 
My leather is black and so are my eyes 
I'm gonna be rough 
I'm gonna be mean 
I'm here 'til the end, my sick little friend 
I'm back in your dreams 
You can take my head and cut it off 
But you ain't gonna change my mind 

If you don't like it you can lock me up 
Woah, oh, oh, oh, oh 
If you don't like it you can lock me up 
Woah, oh, oh, oh, oh 

Cover your eyes or cover your head 
You'll never know what hit you til you're covered in red 
Screaming bloody murder 'til the barricades bend 
Sweatin' in the fog til the end 

It's gotta be loud 
I want it to roar 
I want it to blow everyone at the show off of the floor 
I'm in for the kill 
I'm back with a rage 
I want them to write in the paper each night how I bloodied the stage 

Oh, If you don't like it you can lock me up 
Woah, oh, oh, oh, oh 
If you don't like it you can lock me up 
Woah, oh, oh, oh, oh 
Oh, lock me up or shut up 
No no no no, no...

Cover your eyes or cover your head 
You'll never know what hit you 'til you're covered in red 
Screaming bloody murder 'til the barricades bend 
Sweatin' in the lights 'til the end 

If you don't like it you can lock me up
Woah, oh, oh, oh, oh - I want to be hot 
If you don't like it you can lock me up
Woah, oh, oh, oh, oh - I want to be cool 
If you don't like it you can lock me up
Woah, oh, oh, oh, oh - I want to be sick
If you don't like it you can lock me up 
Woah, oh, oh, oh, oh - ah, real sick