Brutal Planet (A Paranormal Evening at the Olympia Paris (Live 2018))

Текст песни Alice Cooper - Brutal Planet (A Paranormal Evening at the Olympia Paris (Live 2018))

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

We're only human, we were born to die
Without the benefit of reason why
We live for pleasure - to be satisfied
And now it's over there's no place to hide

Why don't you, come down to
It's such a brutal planet
It's such an ugly world
Why won't you, come down to

This world is such perfection (What a sight)
It's just like paradise (For my eyes)
A truly grand creation (What a sight)
From up here it looks so nice (For my eyes)

It's such a brutal planet
It's such a living hell
It was a holy garden
That's right where Adam fell
It's where the bite was taken
It's where we chose to sin
It's where we first were naked
This is where our death begins
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 here for heaven's sake

Why don't you, come down to
It's such a brutal planet
It's such an ugly world
Why won't you, come down to

This world is such perfection (What a sight)
It's just like paradise (For my eyes)
A truly grand creation (What a sight)
From up here it looks so nice (For my eyes)

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
Here is where we pay the whore

Why don't you, come down to
It's such a brutal planet
It's such an ugly world
Why won't you, come down to
This world is such perfection (What a sight)
It's just like paradise (For my eyes)
A truly grand creation (What a sight)
From up here it looks so nice (For my eyes)

Right here we stoned the prophets
Built idols out of mud
Right here we fed the lions
Christian flesh and Christian blood
Down here is where we hung ya
Upon an ugly cross
Over there we filled the ovens
Right here the holocaust