Chained in a cell, got my own private hell. Preacher crucifies me, warden wants to fry me.
Alice CooperWomen on the streets want money when we meet. I take them for a little ride, chop, chop, chop.
Alice CooperChained in a cell, got my own private hell. Preacher crucifies me, warden wants to fry me.
Alice CooperWomen on the streets want money when we meet. I take them for a little ride, chop, chop, chop.
Alice Cooper