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Tailgunner

(Harris/Dickinson)

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 blood thirst
No radar lock on - skin and bone
The bomber boys are going home

           chorus

Climb into the sky never wonder why - Tailgunner
You're a Tailgunner

           (repeat)

Nail that fucker 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 Tail gunner's gone
No more bombers (just one big bomb)

         chorus

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

 chorus

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

 repeat chorus

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 100 years in jail

 repeat chorus

Holy Smoke - hah

No Prayer for the Dying

(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 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
 

Public Enema Number One

(Murray/Dickinson)

When it all comes down the line
And the lights they turn to greed
And you race off with your tires 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

      chorus

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

           chorus

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

          chorus

Fates Warning

(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

     chorus
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

      chorus

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

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

      chorus
Better watch out, cos I'm the assassin,
Better watch out, better watch out
     (repeat)

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

     chorus

Hooks In You

Dickinson/Smith

I got the keys to view at number 22 

Behind my green door there's nothing to see 

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 

chorus 

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 

chorus 

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

 

Run Silent, Run Deep

(Harris/Dickinson)

The convoy lights are dead ahead
The merchantmen lay in their bed
The thump of diesels hammers down
In the oily sea-the killing ground
His knuckles white his eyes alight
He slams the hatch on the deadly night
A cunning fox in the chickens lair
A hound of hell and the devil don't care

        chorus
Running silent , running deep ,we are your final prayer
Warriors in secret sleep, a merchantman's nightmare
A silent death lies awaiting, for all of you below
Running silent, running deep, sink into your silent sleep

Chill the hearts of fighting men
In open ocean wondering when?
The lethal silver fish will fly
The 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

       chorus

The lifeboats 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

       chorus
 

Bring Your Daughter... ...To The Slaughter

(Dickinson)

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

honey its 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
so pick up your foolish pride, no going back
no where, no way, no place to hide

bring your daughter, bring your daughter to the slaughter
let her go, let her go, let her go

Mother Russia

(Harris)

Mother Russia how are you sleeping
Middle winter cold winds blow
From the trees 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