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Bad Place Alone Video (MV)




Performed By: Alice Cooper
Language: English
Length: 5:04
Written by: ALICE COOPER, BUD SAYLOR, DAN WEXLER




Alice Cooper - Bad Place Alone Lyrics
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I'm a creature of the street
And I rip off all the money
I was kicked in the teeth
Shoved face first through a window
I got a gangland name
And a teardrop tattooed eye
They call me Little Caesar in the
Brotherhood of crime
I know about the pain
Dying in an alley with an
Air-conditioned brain
I know, it's for real
Flat lined in an ambulance
Without a pulse to feel

[Chorus]
Hey blood brother, you're one of our own
You're as sharp as a razor
And as hard as a stone
Hey blood brother, you're bad to the bone
You're a natural killer
In a bad place alone

They call me Smoky Joe
And I'm as thin as a coroner's needle
I got a pocket full of rocks
Man, I shake like a cold chihuahua
I got a runny nose
And a road map on my arm
I blew my gig poking around the gallery
With someone else's rig
I know, I understand
I watch my body hauled off
By the local garbage man

[Chorus]

We're cool, we're cold
We're stiff, we're tagged
We're slabbed, we're croaked
We're whacked, we're cracked
We're smoked and cured and
Slammed and slurred and
Sliced and diced and put on ice
Cooked and stewed and badly brewed
And splattered once or twice

Hey blood brother
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I'm a creature of the street
And I rip off all the money
I was kicked in the teeth
Shoved face first through a window
I got a gangland name
And a teardrop tattooed eye
They call me Little Caesar in the
Brotherhood of crime
I know about the pain
Dying in an alley with an
Air-conditioned brain
I know, it's for real
Flat lined in an ambulance
Without a pulse to feel

[Chorus]
Hey blood brother, you're one of our own
You're as sharp as a razor
And as hard as a stone
Hey blood brother, you're bad to the bone
You're a natural killer
In a bad place alone

They call me Smoky Joe
And I'm as thin as a coroner's needle
I got a pocket full of rocks
Man, I shake like a cold chihuahua
I got a runny nose
And a road map on my arm
I blew my gig poking around the gallery
With someone else's rig
I know, I understand
I watch my body hauled off
By the local garbage man

[Chorus]

We're cool, we're cold
We're stiff, we're tagged
We're slabbed, we're croaked
We're whacked, we're cracked
We're smoked and cured and
Slammed and slurred and
Sliced and diced and put on ice
Cooked and stewed and badly brewed
And splattered once or twice

Hey blood brother
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Writer: ALICE COOPER, BUD SAYLOR, DAN WEXLER
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group

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