![Raise Your Fist And Yell]( "Raise Your Fist And Yell")
Raise Your Fist And Yell
Freedom
Lock Me Up
Give The Radio Back
Step On You
Not That Kind Of Love
Prince Of Darkness
Time To Kill
Chop Chop Chop
Gail
Roses On White Lace
Freedom
We the people of the United States
In order to form a more perfect union
Stop pretending that you've never been bad
You're never wrong and you've never been dirty
You're such a saint, that ain't the way we see you
Ah, You want to rule us with an iron hand
You change the lyrics and become Big Brother
This ain't Russia, you ain't my Dad or Mother
(They never knew anyway)
'Cause I never walk away from what I know is right
But I'm gonna turn my back on you
Freedom, we're gonna ring the bell
Freedom to rock, freedom to talk
Freedom, raise your fist and yell
Freedom to rock, freedom to talk
Freedom - ring
Aaaah
You're playing God from your ivory tower
Back off preacher, I don't care if it's Sunday
I ain't no angel, but I've never felt better
We're a make-up metal generation
We're not as stupid as you want to make us
You better leave us, man
'Cause you sure can't take us
Oh... Nobody better tell you how to live your life
Or you gotta do it on your own
Freedom, we're gonna ring the bell
Freedom to rock, freedom to talk
Freedom, raise your fist and yell
Freedom to rock, freedom to talk
Freedom - Yeah...
Oh yeah
'Cause I never walk away from what I know is right
But I'm gonna turn my back on you
Freedom, we're gonna ring the bell
Freedom to rock, freedom to talk
Freedom, raise your fist and yell
Freedom
Freedom, we're gonna ring the bell
Freedom to rock, freedom to talk
Freedom, raise your fist and yell
Freedom
Freedom, we're gonna ring that bell
Freedom to rock, freedom to talk
Freedom, come on, raise your fist and yell
Freedom
Come on, yell
Come on, yell
Freedom to rock, freedom to talk
Freedom
Make a fist
Make a fist
Make a fist
Freedom
And yell.......
Lock Me Up
Alice Cooper
You have been accused of mass mental cruelty
How do you plead?
Guilty!
Don't wanna be clean
Don't wanna 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 wanna be hot
If you don't like it you can lock me up
Woah, oh, oh, oh, oh - I wanna be cool
If you don't like it you can lock me up
Woah, oh, oh, oh, oh - I wanna be sick
If you don't like it you can lock me up
Woah, oh, oh, oh, oh - ah, real sick
Give The Radio Back
Hey teacher, whatcha trying to do?
I'm gettin' tired livin' in this zoo
You slap my face and you knock me down
You beat my head right in the ground
I never ever felt this way before
I can't take it no more
So give the radio...
Yeah, give the radio back
Give the radio back to the maniacs, to the maniacs..
Well, there's a party going on outside
All my friends got ya terrified
Don't call the cops, call the State Police
Don't break up this blown-out symphony
You think I'm wasting all my precious time
You say my music oughta be a crime
Give the radio
Give the radio back
Yeah, give the radio back
To the maniac
To the maniacs
I never ever felt this way before
Ain't gonna take it no more
Yeah, give the radio..
Give the radio back
Ah, give the radio back
To the maniacs
To the maniacs
Oh, give the radio
To the maniacs
Oh, give the radio
To the maniacs
Give it, give it, give it, give it, give, give, give give give the radio
To the maniacs
The little maniacs
You're all maniacs
