Alice Cooper – Sick Things

Sick things in cars rotate ’round 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 heavenly, when you come

worship me.

You things are chilled with fright for I am out

tonight.

You fill me with delight, you whet my

appetite.

I eat my things,

What love it brings,

Come here, my things,

Don’t fear my little things.

I love you things I see, as much as you love

me,

You things are heavenly, when you come

worship me.

You things are thrilled with fright for I am

out tonight.

You things are paradise, you whet my

appetite.

Sick things in cartridge tapes, my stars,

Sick things, pretty things, play things, my

things.

I love the things I see, as much as they love

me,

You things are heavenly, when you come

worship me.

You things are chilled with fright for I am out

tonight.

You things are paradise, you whet my

appetite.