Tytuł: Brutal planet

• Wykonawca: Alice Cooper
• Wyświetleń: 263

We're spinning round on this ball of hate
   There's no parole, there's no great escape
   We're sentenced here until the end of days
   And then my brother there's a price to pay
  
   We're only human, we were born to die
   Without the benefit of reason why
   We live for pleasure - to be satisfied
   And now it's over there's no place to hide
  
   Why don't you, come down too
   It's such a brutal planet
   It's such an ugly world
   Why won't you, come down too
  
   "This world is such perfection" (What a sight)
   "It's just like paradise" (For my eyes)
   "A truly grand creation" (What a sight)
   "From up here it looks so nice" (For my eyes)
  
   It's such a brutal planet
   It's such a living hell
   It was a holy garden
   That's right where Adam fell
   It's where the bite was taken
   It's where we chose to sin
   It's where we first were naked
   This is where our death begins
  
   We took advice from that deceiving snake
   He said don't worry it's a piece of cake
   And sent us swimming in a burning lake
   Now we're abandoned here for heaven's sake
  
   Why don't you, come down too
   It's such a brutal planet
   It's such an ugly world
   Why won't you, come down too
  
   "This world is such perfection" (What a sight)
   "It's just like paradise" (For my eyes)
   "A truly grand creation" (What a sight)
   "From up here it looks so nice" (For my eyes)
  
   Here's where we keep the armies
   Here's where we write those names
   Here's where the money god is
   Here's our famous hall of shame
   Here's where we starve the hungry
   Here's where we cheat the poor
   Here's where we beat the children
   Here is where we pay the whore
  
   Why don't you, come down too
   It's such a brutal planet
   It's such an ugly world
   Why won't you, come down too
  
   "This world is such perfection" (What a sight)
   "It's just like paradise" (For my eyes)
   "A truly grand creation" (What a sight)
   "From up here it looks so nice" (For my eyes)
  
   Right here we stoned the prophets
   Built idols out of mud
   Right here we fed the lions
   Christian flesh and Christian blood
   Down here is where we hung ya
   Upon an ugly cross
   Over there we filled the ovens
   Right here the holocaust