Alice Cooper, narozen jako Vincent Damon Furnier je americký rockový zpěvák, hudebník a textař, jehož kariéra překlenuje desetiletí. Díky jevištní show,která obsahovala gilotiny, elektrická křesla, falešnou krev a hada škrtiče hroznýše...

Píseň: The Black Widow

Interpret:
Alice Cooper
Album:
Welcome To My Nightmare
Leaving lepidoptera - please, don't touch the displays, little boy, hahahaha a cute! Moving to the next aisle we have arachnida, the spider is our finest collection. This friendly little devil is the heptothilidi, unfortunately harmless. Next to him, the nasty licosa raptoria, his tiny fangs cause creeping ulcerations of the skin, hahaha. And here, my prize, the Black Widow. Isn't she lovely and so deadly? Her kiss is fifteen times as poisonous as that of the rattlesnake. You see her venom is highly neurotoxic, which is to say that it attacks the central nervous system, causing intense pain, profuse sweating, difficulty in breathing, loss of consciousness, violent convulsions and, finally... a death. You know I think what I love the most about her is her inborn need to dominate, possess. In fact, immediately after the consummation of her marriage to the smaller and weaker male of the specie she kills and eats him - ha, ha, oh, she is delicious.. and I hope he was! Such power and dignity - unhampered by sentiment. If I may put forward a
slice of personal philosophy, I feel that man has ruled this world as a stumbling dimented child-king long enough! And as his empire crumbles, my precious Black Widow shall rise as his most fitting successor!




These words he speaks are true,
We're all humanary stew,
If we don't pledge allegiance to
The black Widow


The horror that he brings,
The horror of his sting,
The unholiest of kings,
The black Widow.


Our minds will be his toy,
And every girl and boy
Will learn to be employed by
The Black Widow.
Love me,


Yes, we love me,
Love him,
Yes we love him,
Love me,
Yes we love him.


He sits upon this throne and picks
At all the bones of his husbands
And his wives he's devoured.
He stares with a gleam,
With a laugh so obscene at the virgins
And the children he's deflowered.






Our thoughts are hot and crazed,
Our brains are webbed in haze,
Of mindless, senseless, daze
The black Widow.