Fear Of The Dark
(Harris)
Dickinson: 'Fear Of The Dark'
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, you
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
Fear of the dark, fear of the dark
I have constant fear that something's always
near, you
Fear of the dark, fear of the dark
I have a phobia that someone's always there 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
Fear of the dark, fear of the dark
I have constant fear that something's always
near, hey
Fear of the dark, fear of the dark
I have a phobia that someone's always there,
that's right
Fear of the dark
Fear of the dark
Fear of the dark
Fear of the dark
Sing, Helsinki
Fear of the dark, hey come on
Fear of the dark, one more
Fear of the dark
Fear of the dark 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
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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| Bring Your Daughter...To The Slaughter
(Dickinson)
Dickinson: He-he-hey! Yeah, Helsinki, ooh, alright. Say ye-yeah
Crowd: Ye-yeah
Dickinson: Ye-yeah
Crowd: Ye-yeah
Dickinson: Ye-yeah
Dickinson: O-oh
Crowd: O-oh
Dickinson: Ye-yeah
Crowd: Ye-yeah
Dickinson: Ye-ye-yeah
Crowd: Ye-ye-yeah
Dickinson: Ye-ye-yeah
Crowd: Ye-ye-yeah
Dickinson: Ye-ye-yeah
Crowd: Ye-ye-yeah
Dickinson: Ye-ye-yeah
Crowd: Ye-ye-yeah
Honey its getting close to midnight
And all the myths are in town
True love and lipstick on your linen
Bite the pillow make no sound
If there's some living to be done
Before your life becomes your tomb
You'd better know that I'm the one
So unchain your back door invite me around
Bring your daughter, bring your daughter to the
slaughter
Let her go, let her go, let her go
Bring your daughter, bring your daughter, hey
to the slaughter
Let her go, let her go, let her go
Let her go Honey its getting close to daybreadk
The sun is creeping in the sky
No patent remedies for heartache
Just empty words and humble pie
So get down on your kneees honey
Assume an attitude
You just pray that i'll be waiting
'Cause you know, you know I'm coming soon
Bring your daughter, bring your daughter, heyto the slaughter
Let her go, let her go, let her go
Bring your daughter, bring your daughter to the
slaughter
Let her go, let her go, let her go So pick up your foolish pride, no going back
No where, no way, no place to hide
Let her go
Bring your daughter, bring your daughter, bring your daughter, bring
your daughter, bring your daughter, bring your daughter
to the slaughter
Bring your daughter, bring your daughter, bring your daughter, bring
your daughter, bring your daughter, bring your daughter
to the slaughter
Dickinson: Sing fack your daughter
Dickinson: Bring your daughter, fack your daughter
Dickinson: Bring your daughter
Crowd: Fack your daughter
Dickinson: Bring your daughter
Crowd: Fack your daughter
Dickinson: To the slaughter
Dickinson: Bring your daughter
Crowd: Fack your daughter
Dickinson: Bring your daughter
Crowd: Fack your daughter
Dickinson: Bring your daughter
Crowd: Fack your daughter
Dickinson: To the slaughter
Aahahahahahah! AhahahahaAAAAOOH!
Bring your daughter, bring your daughter, come
on to the slaughter
Let her go, let her go, let her go
Bring your daughter, bring your daughter to the
slaughter
Let her go, let her go, let her go
Bring your daughter, bring your daughter, hey
to the slaughter
Let her go, let her go, let her go
Let her go, let her go, let her go
I comin' to get ya, Helsinki, fuck ya! |
| Hooks In You
(Dickinson, Smith)
I got the keys to view at number 22
Behind my green door there's nothing to see
Is that a feature...
Stone cold sober and sitting in silence, laid
Back and looking for symphaty
I like a girl who knows where she's bound
I don't like girls who've been hanging around
Hooks in you, hooks in me,hooks in the ceiling
For that well hung feeling
No big deal, no big sin, strung up on love I
Got the hooks screwed in
Hooks in you, hooks in me,hooks in the ceiling
For that well hung feeling
No big deal, no big sin, strung up on love I
Got the hooks screwed in She's tied up she can't come to the phone
You must have got your wires crossed 'cause she ain't home
Knock on wood - you know I like that sound
She never could keep her feet on the ground
Hooks in you, hooks in me, hooks in the ceiling
For that well hung feeling
No big deal, no big sin, strung up on love I
Got the hooks screwed in
Hooks in you, hooks in me, hooks in the ceiling
For that well hung feeling
No big deal, no big sin, strung up on love I
Got the hooks screwed in
Hooks in you, I've got those hooks in you
Hooks in you, in you
Hooks in you, I've got those hooks in you
Hooks in you, in you, ooh! Oooooh! Yeaaah!
Right on the money got it wrapped up tight
New ideas for the decor tonight
Gonna make this house a preservation zone
Gonna set her in concrete set her up on her own
Hooks in you, hooks in me, hooks in the ceiling
For that well hung feeling
No big deal, no big sin, strung up on love I
Got the hooks screwed in
Hooks in you, hooks in me, hooks in the ceiling
For that well hung feeling
No big deal, no big sin, strung up on love I
Got the hooks screwed in
Hooks in you, I've got those hooks in you
Hooks in you, in you
Hooks in you, I've got those hooks in you
Hooks in you, I've got those hooks in you |
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