Bad Place Alone 歌词
| 歌曲 | Bad Place Alone |
| 歌手 | Alice Cooper |
| 专辑 | Spark In The Dark: The Best Of Alice Cooper |
| 下载 | 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 |
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