School's out forever, school's been blown to pieces.
I'm your top prime cut of meat, I'm your choice, I wanna be elected.
I ain't no veggie, like my flesh to the bone, alive and licking on your ice cream cone.
She didn't know that there was more of me, she'd have to learn to love all four of me.
No more pencils, no more books, no more teachers' dirty looks, when the teacher rings the bell, drop your books and run like hell
From the moment I leave my house or my hotel room, the public owns me. The public made Alice Cooper and I can't imagine ever turning my back on my fans.