of the gods made it to be No escape from our demonic curse The masters of your universe The infinite kharma is loose We are Paul and Jack and Dave and Bruce
Batman! Come on, Robin To the batcave Check my belt (Ha!) We're gonna get the joker tonight Batman! Batman! Batman! Batman! Is the coast clear? Riding
Lenny Bruce is dead but his ghost lives on and on Never did get any Golden Globe award, never made it to Synanon. He was an outlaw, that's for sure,
You can sihl in the desert With a ship of fools You can smuggle in moses And his book of rules But you can't take mother And give her back her son Hey
When shall we three meet again? In thunder, lightning, or in rain? When the hurlyburly's done? When the battle's lost, not won? A tyranny of souls That
I wake in sweat you've come to steal my life away some strange electric glow of artifical day the power breakers closed the grid of darkness falls shining
Smoking resting on its grave The carcass burting where it lies no more truth no honest games the serpent writhes within us all lava streams of molten
[B. Dickinson / Roy Z./ E. Casillas] The mark is on you now The furnace sealed inside your head Melting from the inside now Waxy tears run down your
[B. Dickinson/ J. Gers] [Tattooed millionaire-sessions, 1990] Before I met my baby, there was a whole lot going on Yea, before I met my baby, there
[B. Dickinson] [Soundtrack-The Nightmare on Elm Street pt 5"] Honey its getting close to midnight And all the myths are still in town True love and
Born in a mining town in '58. When black and white TV was up to date. And men where still around. Who fought for freedom. Stood their ground and died
[Bruce Dickinson / Roy Z. / Eddie Casillas] The mark is on you now The furnace sealed inside your head Melting from the inside now Waxy tears run
We all have secret lives In our secret rooms, Living in our movies, humming our own tunes Living life in camera, When the night is closing dovn, Sliding
[B. Dickinson/ Roy Z.] I will not be pushed I will not be stamped defiled I will not be crushed I am not your only child I am not a freak object of
[Bruce Dickinson / Roy Z.] How happy is the human soul Not enslaved by dull control Left to dream and roam and play Shed the guilt of former days Walking
There, on a lonely desert hilltop The pilgrims huddle closer Waiting for a sign, the coming silver shrine The arc of space and time Truth, oh, the truth
You wanna know where legends live At the rainbows end I?ll be there There?s a place it ain?t in space That?s where I get to you I?m not the shy or torrent
[B. Dickinson] [Tattooed Millionaire-sessions, 1990] Cold sunlight falling on me Cold sunlight falling on me I am a lonely man, sorrow is my friend
