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(1990) |
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| Tail Gunner | ||
| Holy Smoke | ||
| No Prayer For The Dying | ||
| Public Enema Number One | ||
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| The Assassin | ||
| Run Silent Run Deep | ||
| Hooks In You | ||
| Bring Your Daughter To The Slaughter | ||
| Mother Russia |
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(Harris/Dickinson) |
| Trace your way back 50 years, to the glow of Dresden - blood and tears |
| In the black above my cruel searchlight, men will die and men will fight - yeah |
| Who shot who and who fired first, dripping death to whet the blood thirst |
| No radar lock on - skin and bone, the bomber boys are coming home |
| Climb into the sky never wonder why - tail gunner |
| You're a tail gunner |
| Climb into the sky never wonder why - tail gunner |
| You're a tail gunner |
| Climb into the sky never wonder why - tail gunner |
| You're a tail gunner |
| Climb into the sky never wonder why - tail gunner |
| You're a tail gunner |
| Nail that Focker kill that son, gonna blow your guts out with my gun |
| The weather forecasts good for war, Cologne and Frankfurt have some more |
| Tail end Charlie in the boiling sky, the Enola Gay is my last try |
| Now that this tail gunner's gone, no more Bombers (just one big bomb) |
| Climb into the sky never wonder why - tail gunner |
| You're a tail gunner |
| Climb into the sky never wonder why - tail gunner |
| You're a tail gunner |
| Climb into the sky never wonder why - tail gunner |
| You're a tail gunner |
| Climb into the sky never wonder why - tail gunner |
| You're a tail gunner |
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(Harris/Dickinson) |
| Believe in me - send us money, died on the cross and that ain't funny |
| But my so called friends are 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 |
| Saving your soul 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 |
| 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 feet first this is no joke |
| This is thirsty work making holy smoke |
| 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 - 100 years in jail |
| Holy smoke, Holy smoke |
| Plenty bad preachers for the Devil to stoke |
| Feed 'em in feet first |
| This is thirsty work making holy smoke |
| Holy smoke |
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(Harris) |
| There are times when I've wondered, and times when I've cried |
| When my prayers they were answered, at times when I've lied |
| But if you asked me a question, would I tell you the truth |
| Now there's something to bet on, you've got nothing to lose |
| When I've sat by the window, and gazed at the rain |
| With an ache in my heart, but never feeling the pain |
| And if you would tell me, just what my life means |
| Walking a long road, never reaching the end |
| God give me the answer to my life |
| God give me the answer to my dreams |
| God give me the answer to my prayers |
| God give me the answer to my being |
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(Murray/Dickinson) |
| When it all comes down the line, and the lights they turn to greed |
| And you race off with your tyres screaming, rolling thunder |
| And the people choke with poison, children cry in fear |
| But you've got your fast bullet, one way ticket outta here |
| Fall on your knees today |
| And pray the world will mend its ways |
| Get to your feet again |
| Refugees from the heartbreak and the pain |
| In the cities in the streets, there's a tension you can feel |
| Breaking strain is fast approaching, guns and riots |
| Politicians gamble and lie to save their skins |
| And the press get fed the scapegoats, public enema number one |
| Fall on your knees today |
| And pray the world will mend its ways |
| Get to your feet again |
| Refugees from the heartbreak and the pain |
| A million network slaves, in an advertising new age |
| I don't need a crystal ball to sell ya |
| Your children have more brains, than your drug infested remains |
| California dreaming as the Earth dies screaming |
| Fall on your knees today |
| And pray the world will mend its ways |
| Get to your feet again |
| Refugees from the heartbreak and the pain |
| Fall on your knees today |
| And pray the world will mend its ways |
| Get to your feet again |
| Refugees from the heartbreak and the pain |
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(Murray/Harris) |
| Why is it some of us are destined to stay alive |
| And some of us are here just so that we'll die |
| How come the bullet hits the other guy |
| Do we have to try and reason why |
| Be it the Devil or be it him |
| You can count on just one thing |
| When the time is up you'll know |
| Not just one power runs the show |
| Are we the lucky ones saved for another day |
| Or they the lucky ones who are taken away |
| Is it a hand on your shoulder from the Lord above |
| Or the Devil himself come to give you a shove |
| Be it the Devil or be it him |
| You can count on just one thing |
| When the time is up you'll know |
| Not just one power runs the show |
| A volcano erupts and sweeps a town away |
| A hurricane devastates the cities in its way |
| The grief and misery for the ones that are left behind |
| The worst is yet to come, a hell to face mankind |
| Be it the Devil or be it him |
| You can count on just one thing |
| When the time is up you'll know |
| Not just one power runs the show |
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(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, 'cos I'm the Assassin, 'cos I'm the Assassin |
| Better watch out, better watch out |
| Better watch out, 'cos I'm the Assassin, 'cos 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 trigger's waiting for my finger |
| I feel adrenalin rush it's just the final touch, you can kiss your arse goodbye |
| Better watch out, 'cos I'm the Assassin, 'cos I'm the Assassin |
| Better watch out, better watch out |
| Better watch out, 'cos I'm the Assassin, 'cos I'm the Assassin |
| Better watch out, better watch out |
| Better watch out, 'cos I'm the Assassin, 'cos I'm the Assassin |
| Assassin |
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(Harris/Dickinson) |
| The convoy lights are dead ahead, the merchantmen lay in their bed |
| The thump of diesels hammer down, in the oily sea - the killing ground |
| Knuckles white eyes alight, he slams the hatch on the deadly night |
| A cunning fox in the chicken's lair, a hound of hell and the devil don't care |
| Running silent running deep we are your final prayer |
| Warriors in secret sleep a merchantman's nightmare |
| A silent death lies waiting for all of you below |
| Running silent running deep sink into your final sleep |
| Chill the hearts of fighting men, in open ocean wondering when |
| The lethal silver fish will fly, this boat will shiver - men will die |
| A cast of millions - a part to play, killer victim or fool for a day |
| Obeying an order - men have to die, us or them - a well rehearsed lie |
| Running silent running deep we are your final prayer |
| Warriors in secret sleep a merchantman's nightmare |
| A silent death lies waiting for all of you below |
| Running silent running deep sink into your final sleep |
| The lifeboat's shattered the hull is torn, the tar black smell of burning oil |
| On the way down to Davy Jones, every man for himself - you're on your own |
| The wolf eyes watch the crosswire, "stern tubes ready", "aim and fire" |
| They can pin some medal on your chest, but in two more weeks - dead like the rest |
| Running silent running deep we are your final prayer |
| Warriors in secret sleep a merchantman's nightmare |
| A silent death lies waiting for all of you below |
| Running silent running deep sink into your final sleep |
| Running silent running deep we are your final prayer |
| Warriors in secret sleep a merchantman's nightmare |
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(Dickinson/Smith) |
| I go the keys to view at number 22, behind my green door there's nothing to see |
| Ain't that a feature what kind of creature, would hang around waiting for a guy like me |
| Stone cold sober and sitting in silence, laid back and looking for sympathy |
| 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 'cos 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 |
| Right on the money got it wrapped up tight |
| Like new ideas for the decor tonight |
| Gonna make this house a preservation zone |
| Gonna set her in concrete set 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 |
| Hooks in you, I've got those hooks in you |
| Hooks in you, I've got those hooks in you |
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(Dickinson) |
| Honey it's getting close to midnight, and all the myths are still 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 and invite me around |
| Bring me your daughter, bring me your daughter to the slaughter |
| Let her go, let her go, let her go |
| Bring me your daughter, bring me your daughter to the slaughter |
| Let her go, let her go, let her go, let her go |
| Honey it's getting close to daybreak, the sun is creeping in the sky |
| No patent remedies for heartache, just empty words and humble pie |
| So get down on your knees honey, assume an attitude |
| You just pray that I'll be waiting, 'cos you know I'm coming soon |
| Bring me your daughter, bring me your daughter to the slaughter |
| Let her go, let her go, let her go |
| Bring me your daughter, bring me 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 |
| Bring me your daughter, bring me your daughter, bring me your daughter |
| Bring me your daughter, bring me your daughter, bring me your daughter to the slaughter |
| Bring me your daughter, fetch your daughter |
| Bring me your daughter, fetch your daughter |
| Bring me your daughter, fetch your daughter |
| To the slaughter |
| Bring me your daughter, bring me your daughter to the slaughter |
| Let her go, let her go, let her go |
| Bring me your daughter, bring me your daughter to the slaughter |
| Let her go, let her go, let her go |
| Bring me your daughter, bring me your daughter to the slaughter |
| Let her go, let her go, let her go |
| Let her go, let her go, let her go |
| I'm coming to get ya |
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(Harris) |
| Mother Russia how are you sleeping, middle winter cold winds blow |
| From the snowflakes drifting, swirling round like ghosts in the snow |
| Mother Russia poetry majestic, tells the time of a great empire |
| Turning round the old man ponders, reminiscing an age gone by |
| Mother Russia, dance of the Tsars |
| Hold up your heads, be proud of what you are |
| Now it has come, freedom at last |
| Turning the tides of history, and your past |
| Mother Russia, dance of the Tsars |
| Hold up your heads, remember who you are |
| Can you release, the anger the grief |
| Can you be happy, now your people are free |