Alice Cooper – Still No Air

Who says the earth is crumbling

And no sky is falling through

Sometimes, I just.. can’t.. die

The world should be assembling

But not just right out of view

Whole days I like to fry

Easy action

Got a rocket in your pocket

When you’re a Jet, you’re a Jet all the way

From your first cigarette to your last dying

day

Who says the earth is trembling

And there’s still no air