Lyrics Alice Cooper

Alice Cooper

Blue Turk

I'm lazy, you know it

I'm ready for the second show

Amazin', thing growing

Just waitin' for the juice to flow

But you're so very picturesque

You're so very cold

Tastes like roses on your breath

But graveyards on your soul

I'm hurting, I'm wanting

I'm aching for another go

You're squirming wet, baby

Nothin' bad comin' very slow

And it's burnin' holes in me

You're so very picturesque

You're so very cold

It tastes like roses on your breath

But graveyards on your soul... whoa-oh

One spastic explosion

Two pressure-cookers go insane

It makes me act crazy

I shiver but I love this game

You're so very ordinary

You're so very lame

Tastes like whiskey on your lips

And earthworms rule your brain