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Crazy Little Child Lyrics - Muscle Of Love - Alice Cooper

Crazy little child never got to see 

All the pretty things in life 

Had him put away, nothing they could say 

Could ever make the pieces fit 

 

Aw well, daddy-o was rich, mama was a bitch 

Living wasn't easy in between 

Behind his silent scream, Jackson in his teens 

Was planning his escape 

 

He was a crazy little child, New Orleans Alley playground 

Grimy faced, he watched the hookers cry 

Winos were his friends and when he talked to them 

They said, Jackson, boy, they'll get you by and by 

 

Depression settin' in, desperate, cool and quick 

Jackson learned the ropes out on the street 

Little candy stores, just pickin' locks and doors 

Was practice for a two bit petty thief 

 

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So Jackson went to Ritz and everyone was hip 

Ritz ran all the rackets there in town 

If you need another boy, a trigger or a blade 

Well, I'm the slickest cat around 

 

Ritz gave him the eye, once over then he smiled 

Yeah, I've got something here in mind 

If you meet me here at two, I think you'll like the view 

Of that long green when you crack that safe tonight 

 

He was a crazy little child, New Orleans Alley playground 

And grimy faced, he watched the hookers cry, whoo 

Winos were his friends and when he talked to them 

They said, Jackson, boy, they'll get you by and by, that's right 

 

Well, I'll wait for you outside and I'll be your ears and your eyes 

And boy, you just slip in there and bring out all that loot 

But Ritz was taken by surprise, couple of unsuspectin' guys 

And they left poor Jackson inside 

 

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Questions there were few, in fact there were none 

When those sheriff's bullet start to fly 

Lay dying on the floor with a smokin' forty-four 

He said, I must admit the winos were right 

 

Crazy little child, never got to see 

All the pretty things in life 

We buried him today, nothing we could say 

Could ever make the pieces fit 

 

Yeah, I must admit the winos were right 

Oh, I must admit the winos were right 

His last words were 

I must admit the winos were 

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