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(Bruce Dickinson, Janick Gers)
Covered in sinners and dripping with gilt
Making you money from slime and from filth
Parading your bellies in ivory towers
Investing our lives in your schemes and your powers
You got to watch them - Be quick or be dead
Snake eyes in heaven - The thief in your head
You've got to watch them - Be quick or be dead
Snake eyes in heaven - The thief in your head...
Be quick!
Or be dead!
Be quick!
Or be dead
See... what's ruling all our lives
See... who's pulling the strings...
I bet you won't fall on your face...
Your belly will hold you in place
The serpent is crawling inside of your ear
He says you must vote for what you want to hear
Don't matter what's wrong as long as you're alright
So pull yourself stupid and rob yourself blind
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(Steve Harris)
She fell in love with his greasy machine
She leaned over wiped his head kickstart clean
She'd never seen the beast before
But she left there wanting more more more
But when she was walking on down the road
She heard a sound that made her heart explode
He whispered to her to get on the back
"I'll take you on a ride from here to eternity"
Hell ain't a bad place
Hell is from here to eternity
Hell ain't a bad place
Hell is from here to eternity
She must be having one of her crazy dreams
She'd never sat on a piece so mean
It made her feel like she's on cloud nine
She even thought she heard the engine sigh
But like all dreams that come to an end
They took a tumble at the devil's bend
The beast and Charlotte they were two of a kind
They'd always take the line...
from here to eternity
Hell ain't a bad place
Hell is from here to eternity
Hell ain't a bad place
Hell is from here to eternity
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(Steve Harris)
Lying awake at night I wipe the sweat from my brow
But it's not the fear 'cos
I'd rather go now
Trying to visualize the horrors that will lay ahead
The desert sand mound a burial ground
When it comes to the time
Are we partners in crime?
When it comes to the time
We'll be ready to die
God let us go now and finish what's to be done
Thy Kingdom Come
Thy shall be done... on earth
Trying to justify to ourselves the reasons to go
Should we live and let live
Forget or forgive
But how can we let them go on this way?
The reign of terror corruption must end
And we know deep down there's no other way
No trust, no reasoning, no more to say
Afraid to shoot strangers
Afraid to shoot strangers
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(Bruce Dickinson, Janick Gers)
We live our lives in fever
In a choking sweat of fear
In the heat of the night you can feel so much
In the heat of the night I scream
"Don't touch!"
I remember a time when we used and abused
And fought all our battles in vain
I remember a time we thought that passion was free
In the heart of the night... bodies aflame
We live in fever...
I hear your secret heartbeat
I can hear your silent cries
The kids have lost their freedom
And nobody cares till somebody famous dies...
I remember a time when we used and abused
And fought all our battles in vain
I remember a time we thought that passion was free
In the heart of the night... bodies aflame
Now we live, in a world of uncertainty
Fear is the key - to what you want to be
You don't get a say the majority gets its way
You're outnumbered by the bastards till the day you die...
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(Steve Harris)
I'd sail across the ocean
I'd walk a hundred miles
If I could make it to the end
Oh just to see a smile
You see it in their faces
The sadness in their tears
The desperation and the anger
Madness and the fear
No hope, no life, just pain and fear
No food, no love, just greed is here
Starvation and the hunger
The suffering and the pain
The agonies of all-out war
When will it come again?
The struggle for the power
A tyrant tries again
Just what the hell is going on?
When will it ever end?
No hope, no life, just pain and fear
No food, no love, just greed is here
You see the full moon float
You watch the red sun rise
We take these things for granted
But somewhere someone's dying
Contaminated waters
Pollution and decay
Just waiting for disease to strike
Oh will we learn someday?
No hope, no life, just pain and fear
No food, no love, no seed childhood's end
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(Bruce Dickinson, Janick Gers)
Maybe one day I'll be an honest man
Up till now I'm doing the best I can
Long roads, long days, of sunrise, to sunset
Sunrise to sunset
Dream on brother, while you can
Dream on sister, I hope you find the one
All of our lives, covered up quickly by the tides of time
Spend your days full of emptiness
Spend your years full of loneliness
Wasting love, in a desperate caress
Rolling shadows of nights
Dream on brother, while you can
Dream on sister, I hope you find the one
All of our lives, covered up quickly by the tides of time
Sands are flowing and the lines are in your hand
In your eyes I see the hunger, and the desperate cry that tears the night
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(Harris)
On a cold October morning
As frost lay on the ground
Waiting to make my move
I make no sound
Waiting for the mist to cover all around
I carefully picked my time then took the wall
I'm sick and tired of running
The hunger and the pain
A stop to look about then off again
Being at the wrong place
And the wrong time
Suspected of a hit that was my crime
I am a fugitive being hunted down like game
I am a fugitive but I've got to clear my name
Always looking 'round me
Forever looking back
I'll always be a target for attack
Ever moving onwards
Always on the run
Waiting for the sight of a loaded gun
I am a fugitive being hunted down like game
I am a fugitive but I've got to clear my name
Even if I find them
And get to clear my name
I know that things can never be the same
But if I ever prove
My innocence some day
I've got to get them all to make them pay
I am a fugitive being hunted down like game
I am a fugitive but I've got to clear my name
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(Bruce Dickinson, Dave Murray)
There's a madman in the corner of your eye
He likes to pry - into your sunlight
He wants to burst into the street with you and I
A world of shadows and of rain
He's seen what love is...
He wants to pay you back with guilt...
He lies to you he won't let you be
He's got your chains of misery
He won't be still till he's turned your key
He holds your chains of misery
There's a prophet in the gutter in the street
He say "you're damned!" - and you believe him...
He's got a vision but it shines out through your eyes
A world of hatred and fear...
He's felt what love means...
He wants to pay you back with pain
He lies to you - he won't let you be
He's got your chains of misery
He won't be still till he's turned the key
He holds your chains of misery
It's only love that holds the key to our hearts...
It's only love...
He lies to you he won't let you be
He's got your chains of misery
He won't be still till he's turned the key
He holds your chains of misery
He lies to you he won't let you be
He's got your chains of misery
He won't be still till he's turned the key
He holds your chains of misery
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(Steve Harris, Janick Gers)
Now I'm here can you see me
'Cos I'm out on my own
When the room goes cold tell me you can feel me
'cos I'm here
Here I am, can you see me
Passing through, on my way
To a place I'd been to only in my dreams... before
In a world of delusion
Never turn your back on a friend
'Cos you can count your real true friends on one hand
..........through life
There are those that deceive you
There are those that'll let you down
Is there someone out there that would
die for you
..........thought not
Live your life with a passion
Everything you do, do well
You only get out of life what you put in
..........so they say
In a world of confusion
People never say what they mean
If you want a straight answer
go look for one
..........right now
In a room full of strangers
Do you stand with your back to the wall
Do you sometimes feel like you're on the outside
..........looking in?
You can make your own luck
You create your destiny
I believe you have the power if you want to
..........it's true
You can do what you want to
If you try a little bit harder
A little bit of faith goes a long way
..........it does
Are we here for a reason?
I'd like to know just what you think
It would be nice to know what happens when we die
..........wouldn't it?
There are some who are wise
There are some who are born naive
I believe that there are some that must have lived before
..........don't you?
As for me, well I'm thinking
You gotta keep an open mind
But I hope that my life's not an open and shut case
Extrasensory Perception
Life after death, telepathy
Can the soul live on and travel through space and time?
You know I feel so elated
'Cos I'm about to find it out
And when I know all the answers
Maybe then I'll come back
..........to fill you in
You don't be alarmed now
If I try to contact you
If things go missing or get moved around
...it's me
And don't disbelieve it
No matter what your "friends" might say
We'll meet up again someplace some way
..........one day
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(Bruce Dickinson, Dave Murray)
Lights out - We live in a world of darkness
No doubt - Everything's up for sale
We sleep - All of the world is burning
We pray - To god for a better deal
Nothing is sacred - Back then or now
Everything's wasted...
Is that all there is?
Can I go now?
Judas my guide
Whispers in the night
Judas my guide
Fight wars - Die in a blaze of glory
Come home - Meat in a plastic sack
Fall down - Better pray to your God for mercy
So kneel - and help the blade cut clean
Nothing is sacred - Back then or now
Everyone's wasted...
Is that all there is?
Is that it now?
I live in the black
I have no guiding light
I'm whispering in your dreams...
Judas my guide
Whispers in the night
Judas my guide
Judas my guide
Whispers in the night
Judas my guide
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(Steve Harris, Janick Gers)
The rebel of yesterday, tomorrow's fool
Who are you kidding being that cool?
Trying to break away from running with the pack
But they ain't listening so you've gotta go back
You're a weekend warrior when you're one of the crowd
But it's over, just look at you now...
You're not so brave the way you behave
It makes you sick, gotta get out quick
It's all bravado when you're out with your mates
It's like a different person goes through those gates
And the game begins the adrenalin's high
Feel the tension maybe someone will die...
A weekend warrior lately
A weekend warrior sometimes
A weekend warrior maybe you ain't that way anymore
You've gotta get out gotta get away
But you're in with a clique it's not easy to stray
You've gotta admit you're just living a lie
It didn't take long to work out why
It's hard to say why you got involved
Just wanting to be part
just wanting to belong...
A weekend warrior lately
A weekend warrior sometimes
A weekend warrior maybe you ain't that way anymore
Some of the things that you've done you feel so ashamed
After all it's only a game... isn't it?
And after all the adrenalin's gone
What you gonna do on Monday?
A weekend warrior lately
A weekend warrior sometimes
A weekend warrior maybe you were never like that at all
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(Steve Harris)
I am a man who walks alone
And when I'm walking a dark road
At night or strolling through the park
When the light begins to change
I sometimes feel a little strange
A little anxious when it's dark
Fear of the dark, fear of the dark
I have constant fear that something's always near
Fear of the dark, fear of the dark
I have a phobia that someone's always there
Have you run your fingers down the wall
And have you felt your neck skin crawl
When you're searching for the light?
Sometimes when you're scared to take a look
At the corner of the room
You've sensed that something's watching you
Have you ever been alone at night
Thought you heard footsteps behind
And turned around and no one's there?
And as you quicken up your pace
You find it hard to look again
Because you're sure there's someone there
Watching horror films the night before
Debating witches and folklores
The unknown troubles on your mind
Maybe your mind is playing tricks
You sense, and suddenly eyes fix
On dancing shadows from behind
Fear of the dark, fear of the dark
I have constant fear that something's always near
Fear of the dark, fear of the dark
I have a phobia that someone's always there
When I'm walking a dark road
I am a man who walks alone
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