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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Alice Cooper
Vocals
China
Guitar
Phil X
Guitar
Ryan Roxie
Guitar
Eric Singer
Drums
Bob Marlette
Keyboards
Natalie Delaney
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bob Marlette
Composer
Cooper
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bob Marlette
Producer
German Villacorta
Assistant Recording Engineer
Dave Reed
Engineer
Jaime Sickora
Assistant Recording Engineer
Dave Collins
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
We're spinning round on this ball of hate
There's no parole, there's no great escape
We're sentenced here until the end of days
And then my brother, there's a price to pay
We're only human, we were born to die
Without the benefit of reason why
We live for pleasure, to be satisfied
And then my brother, no place to hide
Why don't you, come down to
It's such a brutal planet
It's such a living hell
Why don't you, come down to
This world is such perfection
It's just like paradise
A truly grand creation
From up here it looks so nice
It's such a brutal planet
It's such a living hell
It was a holy garden
That's right where Adam fell
It's where the bite was taken
It's where we learned to sin
It's where we first were naked
This is where your death begins
We took advice from that deceiving snake
He said, "Don't worry it's a piece of cake"
And sent us swimming in a burning lake
Now we're abandoned there for heaven's sake
Why don't you, come down to
It's such a brutal planet
It's such a living hell
Why don't you, come down to
This world is such perfection
It's just like paradise
A truly grand creation
From up here it looks so nice
Here's where we keep the armies
Here's where we write their names
Here's where the money god is
And here's our hall of shame
Here's where we keep the hungry
Here's where we cheat the poor
Here's where we beat the children
This is where we pay the whore
Why don't you, come down to
It's such a brutal planet
It's such a living hell
Why don't you, come down to
This world is such perfection
It's just like paradise
A truly grand creation
From up here it looks so fine
Right here we stoned the prophets
Made idols out of mud
Right here we fed the lions
Christian flesh and Christian blood
Over there is where we hung him
Upon an ugly cross
Right here we filled the ovens
Right here the holocaust
Writer(s): Alice Cooper, Robert Roy Marlette
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