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: Wind-Up Toy

Interpret:
Alice Cooper
Album:
Hey Stoopid
Voices come from down the hall
In my room all painted white
I have my bat and rubber ball
I like to sleep with them at night


But now I'm all smiles
the good little shots must be winning
Yes, they crank my dial
My motor is stalled but my wheels are still spinning


Daddy won't discuss me
What a state I must be
Mommy couldn't stand living with a wind-up toy


All my friends live on the floor
Tiny legs and tiny eyes
They're free to crawl under the door
And, and someday soon so will I


But now I'm all smiles
These good little shots must be working
I'm so happy now
Look, my fingers don't shake and my head isn't jerking


Daddy won't discuss me
What a pain I must be
Mommy couldn't stand having such a wound-up boy


Doctors want to check me
Poke me and dissect me
What do they expect?
Feelings from a wound-up toy?
I don't think so
I'm just a wound-up toy
I'm just a wind-up toy


I'm lost in a nightmare
Shiny white halls
Drawing rats on the wall
Solitary confinement
Chained in a cell
got my own private hell


Preacher crucifies me
Warden wants to fry me
I was never young
Never just a little boy


Daddy won't discuss me
What a pain I must be
Mama couldn't stand having such a wound-up boy
I'm just a wind-up toy
I'm a wind-up toy
I'm just a wind-up toy
I'm just a wind-up toy


You know they come here every night
I see them, don´t you see them?
Hmm, that´odd, isn´t it?
I´m so tired, I´m winding down
You´ll have to go now, it´s bed time
Demon