No one can help me write this song
I just looked up, I'm still alone
It won't be done until I'm gone
It never mattered where I went
And though my life was heaven-bent
Did a lot of good things wrong
Been called a preacher, called a ghoul
A desperado, king of the cool
But I ain't the one you should look up to
And if you follow me, you know
That all this is just a show
And won't mean nothing when we go
Some don't like my style, but I'm no liar
See the mountain over there
I can make it disappear
I can climb it to the clouds
I can tear it to the ground
I can throw it to the tides
I can make the ocean rise
Blessed soul and bloody hand
I'm a lion, I'm a lamb
I've been known to test the bounds
I'm a mystery of sound
What you see is what you get
And I ain't done, no, not just yet
Now that you've been here for a while
It either is or ain't your style
You've felt the weight of one more mile
So if you want to join the fight
You've got to ride with us tonight
We won't be back before the light
I've spent my lifetime preaching to the choir
I've seen the fires of hell, and times are dire
See the mountain over there
I can make it disappear
I can climb it to the clouds
I can tear it to the ground
I can throw it to the tides
I can make the ocean rise
Blessed soul and bloody hand
I'm a lion, I'm a lamb
I've been known to test the bounds
I'm a mystery of sound
What you see is what you get
And I ain't done, no, not just yet
I'm moving mountains
Alice Cooper (born Vincent Damon Furnier; February 4, 1948) is an American singer and songwriter. With a career spanning six decades, he is known for his raspy singing voice and theatrical stage shows that feature numerous props and illusions. Cooper is considered by music journalists and peers to be "The Godfather of Shock Rock". He has drawn from horror films, vaudeville, and garage rock to pioneer a macabre and theatrical brand of rock designed to shock audiences. Originating in Phoenix, Ariz...
