Revenge Recommends: "The Ballad of Dwight Fry" by Alice Cooper

The Ballad of Dwight Fry is a high point of any Alice Cooper show, a tense, psychotic song that breaks its bounds towards the end – just like a lunatic escaping from the asylum. It was inspired by the actor Dwight Frye, who played the character of the madman Renfield in the famous Bela Lugosi version of "Dracula."

The song first appeared on the 1971 album Love It to Death .

Lyrics

Mommy, where's daddy?
He's been gone for so long.
Do you think he'll ever come home?

I was gone for fourteen days
I coulda been gone for more
Held up in the intensive care ward
Lyin' on the floor

I was gone for all those days
But I was not all alone
I made friends with a lot of people
In the danger zone

See my lonely life unfold
I see it everyday
See my only mind explode
Since I've gone away

I think I lost some weight there
And I-I'm sure I need some rest
Sleepin' don't come very easy
In a straight white vest

Should like to see that little children
She's only four years old... old
I'd give her back all of her playthings
Even even the ones I stole

See my lonely life unfold
I see it everyday
See my lonely mind explode
When I've gone insane

I wanna get outta here
I wanna get outta here
I-I've gotta I've gotta get outta here
I-I gotta get out of here

I gotta get out of here
I gotta get outta here
I gotta get outta here

Ya gotta let me out of here
Let me outta here
I gotta get outta here
I gotta get outta here

See my lonely life unfold
I see it everyday
See my only mind explode
Blow up in my face

I grabbed my hat and I got my coat
And I-I ran into the street
I saw a man that was choking there
I guess he couldn't breathe

Said to myself this is very strange
I'm glad it wasn't me
But now I hear those sirens callin'
And so I am not free

I didn't wanna be
I didn't wanna be
I didn't wanna be

See my lonely life unfold
(I didn't wanna be
Leave me alone
I didn't wanna be
Don't touch me)
See my lonely mind explode
When I've gone insane

Revenge...?

Riff Raff was a legendary rock magazine based in London in the late 1980s and 1990s. Edited by the ultimate music biz insider, Mark Crampton, and employing such talents as Mark Blake, Jerry Ewing, Mike Harris, Paul Smith, Chris Collingwood, Alan McCrorie, Simon Robinson, Lyn Guy, Anna Marx, Nick Douglas, Marion Garden, Peter "Grunty" Grant, Joe "The Crow" Mackett, Billy "The Kluck" Kulke, and, lastest and mostest, the incredible Liddell Brothers, Mark (a.k.a. "El Perro") and Colin (a.k.a. "Der Fly"). Unfortunately, Riff Raff was just too R n' R for its own good. A genuine working class rock mag, written, edited, and translated into 16 European languages in a drug-N-Jack-D-fuelled haze, often on the back of motorbikes, with spell checking by our staff of attentive rock bimbos (chosen purely for their blondeness and big knockers), it soon fell behind more trainspotterly, nerdish, and politically correct publications like Q, Kerrang, Mojo, Metal Hammer, and Horse & Hound. This website is an archive and kind of shrine dedicated to the writing of its greatest writers, some of whom, luckily for the Rock Kosmos, still continue to write about music. This is the REVENGE of Riff Raff...Rock on!