Lyrics Alice Cooper – Sick Things
Text:
Sick things in cars rotate around my stars
Sick things, my things, my pets, my things
I love you
Things, I see as much as you love me, you things are heavently when you come worship me
You things are chilled with fright for I am out tonight
You tell me where to bite, you whet my appetite
I eat my things
What love it brings
Come here, my things
Don’t fear my little things
Sick things in cartridge tapes my stars
Sick things, play things, pretty things, pretty things, my things
You tell me where to bite, you whet my appetite
I eat my things
What love it brings
Come here, my things
Don’t fear my little things
Sick things in cartridge tapes my stars
Sick things, play things, pretty things, pretty things, my things
Album
Alice Cooper – Alice Cooper - Billion Dollar Babies
Alice Cooper – I Love The Dead
Alice Cooper – Mary–Ann
Alice Cooper – Sick Things
Alice Cooper – Generation Landslide
Alice Cooper – No More Mister Nice Guy
Alice Cooper – Unfinished Sweet
Alice Cooper – Billion Dollar Babies
Alice Cooper – Elected
Alice Cooper – Raped And Freezing
Alice Cooper – Hello Hooray