[Alice Cooper / Bernie Taupin / Dick Wagner] I got my name and number I got my bed assigned I got a dog in the city pound That I left behind I'm strapped
here on the inside looking out I'm just another case Where's my makeup where's my face on the inside All got your kicks from what you saw up there Eight
[Alice Cooper / Bernie Taupin / Dick Wagner] Dear darlin' surprised to hear from me? Bet you're sittin' drinkin' coffee, yawnin' sleepily Just to let
[Alice Cooper / Bernie Taupin / Dick Wagner] From his army confessions of his military days You still carry the shrapnel you're shell-shocked and dazed
[Alice Cooper / Bernie Taupin / Dick Wagner] It's not like we did something wrong We just burned down the church While the choir within sang religious
[Alice Cooper / Bernie Taupin / Bruce Roberts] Billie I wonder why are we insane Will we ever get better Will we stay the same Billie I'm worried Millie
[Alice Cooper / Bernie Taupin / David Foster / Steve Lukather] I'm a shepherd for the pentecost I got my scriptures and my wires crossed I got no kids
[Alice Cooper / Bernie Taupin / David Foster / Steve Lukather] When I look back at my time at the track And I played and I played and I played and I
[Alice Cooper / Bernie Taupin / Dick Wagner] The California air Your nightgown on the stairs I remember every night Scenes from home in the Quiet Room
[Alice Cooper / Bernie Taupin / Dick Wagner] She looked so sleek and sassy Rolling down Rodeo Drive She got her daddy's black Corniche And her tennis
on the inside looking out That's no big disgrace Where's my makeup, where's my face on the inside? On the inside I'm stuck here on the inside looking
It's not like we did something wrong We just burned down the church While the choir within Sang religious songs And it's not like we thought we was right
eyes Screamed my sermon damning sin and vice When underneath I was a regular guy My pulpit melted like a block of ice When a bolt of lightning hit me from the sky From
When I look back at my time at the track And I played and I played and I played and I Was shooting the craps at the back of fat Jack's Come on, fade me
love crazy so we wouldn't feel so alone Billie, I dream of our children They're frightening and gruesome and sad And I don't want them growing inside
She looked so sleek and sasy I'm rolling down Rodeo Drive She got her daddy's black Corniche And her tennis pro by her side And she wants her mother'
I got a name and number I got a bed assigned I got a dog in the city pound That I left behind I'm strapped down and wild eyed She's locked up in a pen
The California air Your nightgown on the stairs I remember every night Scenes from home in the Quiet Room How long have I been gone Did winter kill the
