Текст песни Alice Cooper - Sick Things | SongLyrics

Sick things in cars rotate 'round my stars. 
Sick things, my things, my pets, my things. 

I love you things I see, as much as you love me, 
You things are heavenly, when you come worship me. 
You things are chilled with fright for I am out tonight. 
You fill me with delight, you whet my appetite. 

I eat my things, 
What love it brings, 
Come here, my things, 
Don't fear my little things. 

I love you things I see, as much as you love me, 
You things are heavenly, when you come worship me. 
You things are thrilled with fright for I am out tonight. 
You things are paradise, you whet my appetite. 

Sick things in cartridge tapes, my stars, 
Sick things, pretty things, play things, my things. 

I love the things I see, as much as they love me, 
You things are heavenly, when you come worship me. 
You things are chilled with fright for I am out tonight. 
You things are paradise, you whet my appetite.
        

«Sick Things» — композиция, исполненная Alice Cooper, которая завоевала популярность среди поклонников жанра. В данном разделе вы можете ознакомиться с полным текстом песни, прочувствовать атмосферу произведения и ближе познакомиться с творчеством артиста.

Слова песни «Sick Things» являются ярким примером стиля, в котором работает Alice Cooper.

О песне

• Название: Sick Things
• Исполнитель: Alice Cooper
• Язык исполнения: Английский
• Дата публикации: 27.07.2025