Текст песни Alice Cooper - It's The Little Things

You can burn my house,
You can cut my hair,
You can make me wrestle naked
With a grizzly bear.

You can poison my cat,
Baby I don't care;
But if you talk in the movies,
I'll kill you right there.

It's the little things.
It's just the little things.
Oh, it's the little things,
It's just the little things,
Yeah it's the little things,
That drive me wild.

I'm like a mad dog.
I'm on a short leash,
I'm on a tight rope,
Hanging by a thread.

I'm on some thin ice,
You push me too far.
Welcome to my nightmare,
No more Mr. Nice Guy.

You can steal my car,
And drive it into the lake.
You can stick me in the oven
And put it on bake.

You could throw a big brick,
Through my window pane,
But if I ever hear you ask me,
How I got my name...

It's the little things.
It's just the little things.
Oh, it's the little things,
It's just the little things.
Yeah it's the little things,
That drive me wild.

I'm like a mad dog.
I'm on a short leash,
I'm on a tight rope,
Hanging by a thread.

I'm on some thin ice,
You push me too far.
Welcome to my nightmare,
No more Mr. Nice Guy.

I've done it all,
I mean I been everywhere.
I've been beaten,
I been stabbed,
I been hung,
I been buried alive,
And I can deal with that.
But its the little things.

It's the little things.
It's just the little things.
Yeah it's the little things,
Just the little things.
Oh, just the little things,
That drive me wild,

I'm like a mad dog.
I'm on a short leash,
I'm on a tight rope,
Hanging by a thread.

I'm on some thin ice,
You push me too far.
I'm just a psycho,
Pathic, psychopathic.

I'm like a mad dog.
I'm on a short leash,
I'm on a tight rope,
Hanging by a thread.

I'm on some thin ice,
You push me too far.
Welcome to my nightmare,
No more Mr. Nice Guy.

It's the little things,
Oh, it's the little things,
It's just the little things.