No More Mr. Nice Guy.

Dead Babies Can Take Care Of Themselves, Dead Babies Can´t Take Things Off The Shelf.

People That Haven't Seen Us Yet Are Shocked Because They Think That Alice Cooper Must Be A Female Folksinger. They Don't Expect The Whole Thing.

Make That Money Run Like Honey On Your Tongue.

When You Touch Me There, Honey, Makes My Blood Perspire, You Got My Body Flaming Like A California Fire. Pulsing, Pounding, Pushing No Longer In Control, Heatwave In My Brain, Smolder In My Soul.

That Was Very Close To Getting Killed. Usually At Pop Festivals We Have People Jumping On Stage.