Put and opening shot. Across your bows. Got tunnel vision. Pull the sheets in now. Let'em flap. Let'em rip. This man of war gonna sink your ship. Gonna
The first hellrider came On wings of plenty in the dark Poured out his poison And he blew away his mark The fascist from the east is coming Mothers,
You knew I wouldn't go that's why you threatened me... would I stay? you crawled up on your knees a victioms pretty please... would I stay? would I stay
A silent river flowing black strange attractions no turning back present danger I recall that pins my senses to the wall back from the edge where the
[Bruce Dickinson / Roy Z.] As above, so below All things come from the one Now you are the victim Carried by the wind, rooted in the ground If you
Always let you down... Always fooled around Always stealing your own way Life just seems too short Life lived in the dirt Kicked in the theet Is what
Living in the city can be a cold and lonely place to be. Living in the shadows where there is no sun there is no breeze. Drinking stale water, having
What would induce you to swear your allegiance to God, tonight joined at the hip to a million volt switch of the light, alright you want to find out
There's a secret that we all share In the darkest hours of the night You can swear on the bible... Cut the thoat of your rival I've been taking my life
When I was younger I thought That to kill or be killed Was a thing to be proud of Victim of change Prisoner of hope, hanged by the neck On the end of
I will not accept the truth I will not accept the truth I will not accept the truth that I'll never get there no way I must not push forward... no I
[C. Dale] [Skunkworks-sessions, 1996] [CHORUS:] I'm in a band with an Italian drummer and all the girls just fall in his lap I'm in a band with an Italian
These are the pictures these are the feelings from the frontline living in silence feeling the deafness like heavy smoke smiling with strangers counting
Devil's driving down the track. Hell on wheels and it won't turn back. Engine racing down a one way street. Speed wheel chasing in a red line heat. Into
I've got myself a widget a gizmo with wires and martian intent yeah strange face of beauty on my machine it blinks and stares right at me sees nothing
[Bruce Dickinson / Roy Z.] And did those feet in ancient times Walk upon England's mountains green? Was the holy lamb of god On England's pleasant
Here I sit Alone At a window The rain Falls down On the class In the cold All my life I've been waiting For a moment It never came Maybe never will Ah
Well you bred me well you fed me well you made me what I am good for nothing well... it's a dreamstate, a dreamstate to kill me with kindness you'll