You Make Me Wonna

You're the star
You're the face
You got the look that I can't erase
You look the world right in the eye
Stare 'em down baby, make 'em cry

Well I know it don't make much sense
I'm in love with your innocence
What you got what I need
You took my breath
Now let me breathe
What you got what I need
I follow where you lead

You make me wanna
Woo-hoo-hoo
Yeah, you know you make me wanna
Woo-hoo-hoo
Oh, you make me wanna
Woo-hoo-hoo
Yeah, I think I gotta
Woo-hoo-hoo

You're the bomb
I'm the fuse
Light me up and turn me loose
You shake me up when you walk by
My heart is beatin' and my mouth is dry

Well I know it don't make much sense
But I'm in love with your innocence
What you got what I need
You took my breath
Now let me breathe
What you got what I need
I follow where you lead

You make me wanna
Woo-hoo-hoo
You know you make me wanna
Woo-hoo-hoo
Oh, you make me wanna
Woo-hoo-hoo
Yeah, I think I gotta
Woo-hoo-hoo

Woo-hoo-hoo
Woo-hoo-hoo
Woo-hoo-hoo
Woo-hoo-hoo

What you got what I need
You took my breath
Now let me breathe
What you got what I need
I follow where you lead

You make me wanna
Woo-hoo-hoo
You know you make me wanna
Woo-hoo-hoo
Oh, you make me wanna
Woo-hoo-hoo

What you got
Woo-hoo-hoo
Oh, I got to
Woo-hoo-hoo
What you got
Yeah yeah yeah
Woo-hoo-hoo
What you got
What you got
Woo-hoo-hoo
Woo-hoo-hoo
Woo-hoo-hoo

You Look Good In Rags

Yeah yeah

Yeah

I've seen cool, I've seen cold
I've seen the women up front, way down below
Ladies of the evening screaming, some were like vipers
I've seen 'em dressed real tight, act real loose
I've seen 'em strutting good stuff, I've seen 'em all used
With thousand dollar faces and worth every penny they spend there

But you look good in rags
With dirt in your hair
Yeah you look good in rags babe
Oh, I don't care
(Ah, you look good)
Yes you look good in rags
With bones in your hair
Ah, you look good in anything
Ooh, I don't care

Now I've seen class, I've seen tack
I've seen 'em walking down the street with smoke in their stacks
And pouring into limos, they wake up in millionaires' bedrooms
I've seen their hair cut short, black and sleek
Tied in 20 thousand knots so ultra neat
Swearing by the Harper's Bazaar, like it equalled the Bible

But you look good in rags
With dirt in your hair
Yeah you look good in rags babe
Aw, I don't care
Yeah Yeah, you look good
Oh you look good in rags
With dirt in your hair
Ah yeah, you look good in anything
Forget about Vogue or them hundred dollar jeans,
You make a 2 dollar T-shirt obscene.
Rag, rag

Woman Of Mass Distraction

I'm a shock-rock romeo
I like to leave 'em shattered
Oh, I can love 'em and leave 'em
It doesn't really matter

I never met my match
Until I met that lady
She hooked me
She cooked me
She practically filleted me

Some girls try and get you in bed
Some girls are like a kick in the head
Some girls make you wish you were dead
Some girls make you blue when you should be seeing red

She's a woman
Some kind of woman
I got a woman
A woman of mass distraction

The first time I saw her
She said she wants to date me
The next time I come back she tried to castrate me

Some girls try and get you in bed
Some girls are like a kick in the head
Some girls make you wish you were dead
Some girls make you blue when you should be seeing red

She's a woman
Some kind of woman
I got a woman
A woman of mass distraction

She's a woman
Some kind of woman
I got a woman
She's a woman
She's a woman
Some kind of woman
She's a woman
Some kind of woman


2. Perfect

She's an overnight sensation
In the mirror on her wall
She gets a standing ovation
At every shower curtain call

And she becomes a pop star
In the safety of her car
And then she falls to pieces
At the karaoke bar

And she's perfect
Until the lights go on
And then it all goes wrong
'Cause now she's not so perfect

She can shake it just like J-Lo
When the bedroom lights go down
But when she hits the dance floor
She's a hip-hop hippo clown

She's perfect
Until the lights go on
And then it all goes wrong
'Cause now she's not so perfect

She's perfect
She's so fine
She's so wonderful
In the arena of her mind

She's not perfect
She's all mine
She can't sing or dance
She ain't got a chance
But baby, I don't mind

She's perfect
Oh, she's perfect
Ah, she's so perfect
You know, she's so perfect
Ah, ah, ah

Sing baby
Dance, dance, dance
You got it
Shake it down
Oh, that's bad
That's bad
I love you baby
That's just awful
You got it
You got it

Who Do You Think We Are

I'm machinery
With a semi-automatic heart
I'm unclassified
I terminate, I tear apart
I'm always there when you think I'm not
I'm razor sharp and I'm white and hot
My finger squeezes out the final shot
Say "Goodbye"

No integrity
No conscience, I'm just sold and bought
I'm insanity
I'm a camouflag-ed work of art
I've done some things I really can't describe
I've made some mouths open pretty wide
And I am licensed - trained and bona fide
Say "Goodbye"

Who do you think we are
Special forces in an armored car
Who do you think we are
We don't care, we don't care

I'm carnivorous
Can't count the flesh that I've been through
Never sick of this
I'm red and white and black and blue
I'm always there when you think I'm not
I'm razor sharp and I'm white and hot
My finger squeezes out the final shot
Say "Goodbye"

Who do you think we are
Special forces in an armored car
Who do you think we are
We don't care, we don't care

Vicious Rumours

You feel the knife stuck in your back
You feel it twist and you hear it crack
Can't make a sound for the sudden pain
You wish your blood were Novocaine

You see the smoke and you feel the flak
You're burning up and you're turning black
They say you fell and you hit your head
Your other bun is Whitenbread

Vicious rumours, paranoic fears
Sonic boomers ringing in your ears
All of this is getting normal now
You'll never go back to your farming plough
Vicious rumours

You're right at home back at William's flat
You heard a sound you turned and shot your cat
Your hands are shaking, everybody sees
And there's a rhythm drumming in your knees

You return into a foreign night
Inside you know something is just not right
Sometimes you duck when you see your pet
Canary turned into a Sabre jet

Shocked consumer - you're just an average guy
Swelling tumor pushing on your eye
And now you know why all the headaches come
And why you're getting progressively numb
Vicious rumours

I've been denied, debriefed, detuned
Sometimes I howl right at the moon
My family treats me gradually
They know my volatility

Vicious rumours, paranoic fears
Sonic boomers ringing in your ears
And now I know why all the headaches come
And why you're getting progressively numb
Vicious rumours

Trick Bag

Tie you up baby, really tight
In a lover's knot
I'm in the mood for my leather boots
With the leopard spots

Take you down to my side of town
Where I learned to love
Strap you down, honey
Pet you nice with my velvet glove

You dial my number
So let me take the lead
I'm the man, understand
With the smooth slight of hand
And all the magic you need

T-t-t-t-t trick bag, sit back and just enjoy the show
Burn you with desire
Trick bag, come on and let your body go
Gonna lay it on thick
So the memory'll stick

Chew me up with your perfect mouth
Don't you spit me out
Teach you good, Little Miss Hollywood
What it's all about

You call me up baby, in the middle of the night
You say you're sweating red
And you're dripping on the bed
T-tripping in the moonlight

T-t-t-t-t trick bag, sit back and just enjoy the show
Burn you with desire
Trick bag, come on and let your body go
Gonna lay it on thick
So the memory'll stick

The Sharpest Point

Hurting me
Seems to be
Your passion

Misery
Is certainly
Your style

I'm like a kid in a candy store
I'm on my knees 'til I lick the floor
Can't stand to look at your face
But I'm burning for more

Sharpest pain
The ugly scar
The deepest cut
Is what you are

The burning sting
Is what you bring
And you remain
The sharpest pain

You're the star
In your own sad story
I'm just a toy
You can drag around

You're about as sick as you can be
A twisted abnormality
I don't want to be your first fatality

Sharpest pain
The ugly scar
The deepest cut
Is what you are

The burning sting
Is what you bring
And you remain
The sharpest pain

Though your never ever funny
I just gotta laugh out loud
Cuz you keep me in stitches
Until the last thread of decency runs out

Sharpest pain
The ugly scar
The deepest cut
Is what you are

The burning sting
Is what you bring
And you remain
The sharpest pain

Sharpest pain
The ugly scar
The deepest cut
Is what you are

The burning sting
Is what you bring
And you remain
The sharpest pain

The Saga Of Jesse Jane

I'm in jail in a Texas town
In my sister's wedding gown
I drive a truck all night long
Listening to Judy Garland songs

Now I'm locked behind bars of steel
I was just looking for a happy meal
I park my rig and I went inside
They've never seen such a pretty bride

Jesse Jane, are you insane?
Or are you just a normal guy
Who dresses like a butterfly
Jesse Jane

I paid my bill and I turned around
Facing every red neck in that one horse town
His face was red. His fist was clenched
He threw his coke and he got me drenched

Jesse Jane, are you insane?
Or are you just an average Joe
Looking for a fashion show
Jesse Jane

Well, I guess that was the final straw
I pulled a pistol from my Wonderbra
I killed him dead. I killed 'em all
And they finally caugh me in the bathroom stall

And now I'm doing ten to life
But I'll tell you one thing, Bubba
Someday I'm gonna make someone in here
A hell of a wife

Jesse Jane, are you insane?
Or are you just a average guy
Who dresses like a butterfly
Jesse Jane

Jesse Jane, are you insane?
Or are you just a Peter Pan
Looking for his Neverland
Jesse Jane

The Quiet Room

[Alice Cooper / Bernie Taupin / Dick Wagner]

The California air
Your nightgown on the stairs
I remember every night
Scenes from home in the Quiet Room

How long have I been gone
Did winter kill the lawn
And all those polaroids you sent
Are on the wall in the Quiet Room

They've got this place
Where they've been keeping me
Where I can't hurt myself
I can't get my wrists to bleed
Just don't know why
Suicide appeals to me

The Quiet Room
Is sterilized and white
It's like a tomb
With just a moth stained naked night

Plastic forks and spoon
No laces in my shoes
They allknow what I tried to do
Outside the Quiet Room

This quiet place
It ain't so new to me
It's haunted atmosphere
Has heard so many scream
My home from home
My twilight zone
My strangest dream

My confidant
I have confessed my life
The Quiet Room
Knows more about me than my wife

They've got this place
Where they've been keeping me
Where I can't hurt myself
I just can't
I just can't get these damn wrists to bleed

A mattress on the floor
No handles on the door
I really need nothing here
I'm alone

Tag, You're It

Let's assume
That he's the groom
And he's been waiting
To consummate all night
And you're the bride
You're locked tight
Inside the bathroom
And you're overcome with freight

Now here's the chiller
He's the killer
You've discovered
You're trapped, alone, you're scared
We cut to you, we move in close
You're catatonic
You get a close up there

And in this shot
Here's what we got
He breaks the door down
And tears your nightgown lace
You see a can, it's aerosol
You grab the hair spray
And light it in his face

There's a very hungry man in the cellar
Oh, waiting
Or is he in the attic closet
Waiting

Debbie? I like this game. Debbie?
Debbie? Debbie? Debbie?

He blindly grabs you
Tries to stab you
But you're quicker
You over act right here
You see a cat, a ball of yarn
A knitting needle
His vision's still not clear
He's stumbling 'round
Don't make a sound
And then he grabs you
"Hide and seek, my dear?"
He shifts his glance
You see your chance
You grab the needle and you
You plunge it in his ear

There's a very hungry man in the cellar
Oh, waiting
Or is he in the attic closet
Waiting

There's a very hungry man in the cellar
Oh, waiting
Or is he in the attic closet
Waiting

And just like the scene
In "Halloween"
You think it's all over
And you're gazing into space
But you got to make sure
You hear something, you start to turn
And you're standing there frozen
Staring him face to face
And he looks at you and says
"Tag, you're it, Sweetie
Bye, Debbie. Debbie, Debbie, Debbie.
Goodbye, Debbie..."