Alice Cooper - Sick Things Lyrics
Sick things in cars rotate around my starsSick things ,my things, my pets, my thingsI love youThings, I see as much as you love me, you things are heavently when you come worship meYou things are chilled with fright for I am out tonightYou tell me where to bite, you whet my appetiteI eat my thingsWhat love it bringsCome here, my thingsDont fear my little thingsSick things in cartridge tapes my starsSick things, play things, pretty things, pretty things, my things