Brutal Planet - Live at the Olympia Paris

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Well, well, well
 What have we here?
 Brave new visitors, or unfortunate victims?
 You have been invited into his nightmare world
 Don't look him directly into his eyes, or you will be doomed to be his plaything
 Then just another one of his broken toys forever
 You have been chosen to spend the night with Alice Cooper
 It's too late now for you
 He's coming!
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 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
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 We're only human, we were born to die
 Without the benefit of reason why
 We live for pleasure, to be satisfied
 And then my brother there's no place to hide
 Why don't you, come down to
 It's such a brutal planet
 It's such an living hell
 Why don't you, come down to
 This world is such perfection
 It's just like paradise
 A truly grand creation
 From up here it looks so nice
 It's such a brutal planet
 It's such a living hell
 It was a holy garden
 That's right where Adam fell
 Here's where the bite was taken
 Here's we chose to sin
 Here's where we first were naked
 This is where your death begins
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 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 there for heaven's sake
 Why don't you, come down to
 It's such a brutal planet
 It's such an living hell
 Why won't you, come down to
 This world is such perfection
 It's just like paradise
 A truly grand creation
 From up here it looks so nice
 Here's where we keep the armies
 Here's where we write their 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
 This is where we pay the whore
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 Why don't you, come down to
 It's such a brutal planet
 It's such a living hell
 Why won't you, come down to
 This world is such perfection
 It's just like paradise
 A truly grand creation
 From up here it looks so nice
 Right here we stoned the prophets
 Built idols out of mud
 Right here we fed the lions
 Christian flesh and Christian blood
 Over there is where we hung him
 Upon an ugly cross
 Right here we filled the ovens
 Right here the holocaust
 

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Duration
05:35
Key
9
Tempo
111 BPM

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