Wasting Love
(Dickinson, 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 brothers, 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 brothers, while you can
Dream on sisters, 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
Spend your days full of emptiness
Spend your years full of loneliness
Wasting love, in a desperate caress
Rolling shadows of nights
Spend your days full of emptiness
Spend your years full of loneliness
Wasting love, in a desperate caress
Rolling shadows of nights
Spend your days full of emptiness
Spend your years full of loneliness
Wasting love, in a desperate caress
Rolling shadows of nights |
| Tailgunner
(Dickinson, Harris)
Trace your way back 50 years
To the glow of Dresden - blood and tears
In the black above by the cruel searchlight
Men will die and men will fight - yeah!
Who shot who and who fired first?
Dripping death to whet the bloodthirst
No radar lock on - skin and bone
The bomber boys are going home
Climb into the sky never wonder why - tailgunner,
you're a tailgunner
Climb into the sky never wonder why - tailgunner,
you're a tailgunner
Climb into the sky never wonder why - tailgunner,
you're a tailgunner
Climb into the sky never wonder why - tailgunner,
you're a tailgunner Nail that fokker kill that son.
Gonna blow your guts out with my gun
The weather forecast's good for war
Cologne and Frankfurt? Have some more!
Tail end Charlie in the boiling sky
The Enola Gay was my last try
Now that this Tailgunner's gone
No more bombers (just one big bomb), he he
Climb into the sky never wonder why - tailgunner,
you're a tailgunner
Climb into the sky never wonder why - tailgunner,
you're a tailgunner
Climb into the sky never wonder why - tailgunner,
you're a tailgunner
Climb into the sky never wonder why - tailgunner,
you're a tailgunner |
| Holy Smoke
(Dickinson, Smith)
Believe in me - send us money
Died on the cross and that ain't funny
But my so called friends they're making me a joke
They missed out what I said like I never spoke
They choose what they wanna hear - they don't tell a lie
They just leave out the truth as they're watching you die
They're saving your souls by taking your money
Flies around shit, bees around honey
Holy smoke, holy smoke, plenty bad preachers
for the Devil to stoke
Feed'em in feet first this is no joke
This is thirsty work making holy smoke yeah
Making holy smoke Jimmy Reptile and all his friends
Say they gonna be with you at the end
Burning records burning books
Holy soldiers nazi looks
Crocodile smiles just wait a while
Till the TV queen gets her make-up clean
I've lived in filth I've lived in sin
And I still smell cleaner than the shit you're in
Holy smoke, holy smoke, plenty bad preachers
for the Devil to stoke
Feed'em in feet first this is no joke
This is thirsty work making holy smoke yeah
Holy smoke - smells good They ain't religious but they ain't no fools
When Noah built his cadillac it was cool
Two by two they're still going down
And the satellite circus just left town
I think they're strange and when they're dead
They can have a Lincoln for their bed
Friend of the president trick of the tail
Now they ain't got a prayer one hundred years in jail
Holy smoke holy smoke, plenty bad preachers for
the Devil to stoke
Feed'em in feet first this is no joke
This is thirsty work making holy smoke yeah
Making holy smoke Holy smoke
Hah
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| The Assassin
(Harris)
Now the contracts out
They've put the word about
I'm coming after you
It's not the money I make
It's the thrill of the chase
And I'm coming after you
I watch your every move
Study the things you do
And the pattern of your ways
I watch the way you walk
I hear your telephone talk
I want to understand the way you think
Better watch out, 'cause I'm the assassin,
Better watch out, 'cause I'm the assassin,
Better watch out, better watch out
Better watch out, 'cause I'm the assassin,
Better watch out, 'cause I'm the assassin,
Better watch out, better watch out
Assassin, assassin, assassin, assassin, I'm in a cold cold sweat
I taste the smell of death
I know the moment's getting closer
And as you walk to the light
I feel my hands go tight
Excitement running through my veins
I've got you in my sights
I've got you dead to rights
The triggers waiting for my finger
I feel adrenalin rush
It's just the final touch
You can kiss your arse goodbye
Better watch out, 'cause I'm the assassin,
Better watch out, 'cause I'm the assassin,
Better watch out, better watch out
Better watch out, 'cause I'm the assassin,
Better watch out, 'cause I'm the assassin,
Better watch out, better watch out
Assassin |
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