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Hell on Wheels `Bruce Dickinson`

Hell on wheels and it won't turn back. Engine racing down a one way street. Speed wheel chasing in a red line heat. Into the blackness. Into the night. Out of the tunnel. Into the light.

Hell No `Bruce Dickinson`

There''s a secret that we all share In the darkest hours of the night You can swear on the bible...

Road To Hell `Bruce Dickinson`

Father, forgive me my sins Give me the nails, I'll hammer them in The road to hell is full of good intentions Say farewell, we may never meet again The road to hell is full of good intentions Get

Trumpets Of Jericho `Bruce Dickinson`

dragons of infinity Atlas stands and laughs Throws his burden down Rolls the earth in the inferno Fingers holding onto cracks The howling wind that blows us back Sucked into the grinding wheels

Silver Wings `Bruce Dickinson`

target for tonight Deeper into Germany but we all know the score I know that I'm not coming back like those that did before Now the flare gun fires and we get the go Say goodbye to the earth below Tonight on

Darkside of Aquarius++++++.....++++++++++++++++++++++++ `Bruce Dickinson`

[00:45]The first hellrider came [00:48]On wings a-plenty in the dark [00:52]Hauled out his poison [00:55]And he blew away his mark [01:00]The fascist from the east is coming [01:04]Mothers, hide your

Magician `Bruce Dickinson, Bruce Dickinson`

you... ]I am the living flame, and I teach the holy games ]Teach the secret of the dance ]Throw the future in the ruins ]Kick the sand and save the space ]I'll put Jesus in his place ]Shame on

Son Of A Gun `Bruce Dickinson`

you son of a gun, ride on, ride into the setting sun Ride on you son of a gun, yeah Ride on you son of a gun, ride on, ride into the setting sun Ride on you son of a gun You gotta be a hero For one last

No Lies `Bruce Dickinson`

Waiting on a corner on a red light street. Were the dealers and the junkies and the graveyards meet. By the light of a street light moon. If you hang around here Babe your leaving soon.

Dreamstate `Bruce Dickinson`

vision so you don't have to wait a dreamstate of bliss, a dreamstate of bliss a dreamstate... now I'm standing up here before the judge juries got their head where the sun don't shine everybody's lying on

Born in '58 `Bruce Dickinson`

On and On. We slept till dawn. When we awoke, we hardly spoke. My grandfather taught me how to fight. Old fashioned stuff like wrong and right.

Winds of Change `Bruce Dickinson`

When you think that it's all over and you want your ragged mile And the winds of change are blowing all around, all around Stop and look, you're not the only one on the road out in the night Take some

Arc Of Space `Bruce Dickinson`

"There, on a lonely desert hilltop The pilgrims huddle closer Waiting for a sign, the coming silver shrine The arc of space and time Truth, oh, the truth is never clear Perhaps again next year The hope

Sacred Cowboys `Bruce Dickinson`

Where are the indians on the hill There''s no indians left to kill People die with oxygen and all their money can afford a breath People starving everywhere and staring in the face of death

Darkness Be My Friend `Bruce Dickinson`

Cold sunlight falling on me Cold sunlight falling on me I am a lonely man Sorrow is my friend Fall asleep as the dawn comes up A ray of hope again Hold the crystal vision for a second Let it pass Hold

Fire `Bruce Dickinson`

Fighting battles,never fired a shot When you step into the fire You're gonna get burned Hide all the money you saved Money won't pay For the trouble you caused Troubles coming back for more Living on

Space Race `Bruce Dickinson`

dying race I leave my prejudice With you my religion's in space So have a little respect Why are we running in this space race Why are we acting like we own the place Just want to feel the starlight on

Headswitch `Bruce Dickinson`

as they see The red ball of the sun, out they're blind Dribbling with come as the volts start to arc through your mind It's cruel but it's kind Like father like son chop of the head and the body lives on

Tattooed Millionaire `Bruce Dickinson`

Out on the strip. Out on the tiles. Same old greed behind the PR smiles. You and all your entourage. To me your all the same. You and all your entourage. Playing foolish games.

Chemical Wedding `Bruce Dickinson`

How happy is the human soul Not enslaved by dull control Left to dream and roam and play Shed the guilt of former days Walking on the foggy shore Watch the waves come rolling home Through the veil of pale

Gods Of War `Bruce Dickinson`

When I was younger I thought that to kill, or be killed was a thing to be proud of Victim of change, prisoner of hope, hanged by the neck on the end of a rope I don''t know...

Spirit of Joy `Bruce Dickinson`

watched the open line, I'd swing the sun up in the sky I threw down the screens and opened up the door The sun came streaming in and it shone out through your eyes As you laughed and threw your gospel on

Killing Floor `Bruce Dickinson`

turned the oil into his blood Panzer divisions burning in the mud The stain of freedom, he's washed it out Who's rocking the cradle, I have no doubt Sleeping eyes awake To see his hooded gaze Whispers on

Welcome To The Pit `Bruce Dickinson`

You come on down to the pit Come on down to where the vipers spit I''ve been waiting for you down here Cover your eyes with the velvet hands of darkness Cover your eyes with the velvet hands

Zulu Lulu `Bruce Dickinson`

I had to move on when I came back she'd gone. She dropped to her knees. I guess she had religion. She lived with her mother. Had been a good girl twice.

All The Young Dudes `Bruce Dickinson`

were juvenile deliquent wrecks Oh man I need TV when I got T Rex Oh brother you guessed Im a dude dad All the young dudes (Hey dudes) Carry the news (Where are ya) Boogaloo dudes (Stand up Come on

I Will Not Accept The Truth `Bruce Dickinson`

no because I'll never get there Never get there, no way I will not believe your lies I will not believe your lies I will not believe your lies You say I'll never get there Never get there, well hold on

Back From The Edge `Bruce Dickinson`

damn throw yourself into light and the rush as you sign from the edge... back from the edge... now and then I wonder where the faces from my childhood have gone like father like son your bones it lives on

Faith `Bruce Dickinson`

you crawled up on your knees a victioms pretty please... would I stay? would I stay?...

Strange Death In Paradise `Bruce Dickinson`

the reply In the beginning there was only the word People were kissing in front of their shadows Children were playing out in the yard I am not guilty made no difference I wasn't born and I wasn't made on