Lock Me Up [3:23] - Raise Your Fist And Yell, 1987
	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 to 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 your 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 right 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

	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,
	Lock me up or shut up

	Cover your eyes or cover your head
	You'll never know what hit you 'til your 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,
	If you don't like it you can lock me up
	I wanna be hot
	Woah, oh, oh, oh, oh,
	If you don't like it you can lock me up
	I wanna be cool
	Woah, oh, oh, oh, oh,
	If you don't like it you can lock me up
	I wanna be sick
	Woah, oh, oh, oh, oh -real sick


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