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

Who shot who and who fired first?

Dripping death to wet the blood-thirst

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

Nail that fucker, 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 was my last try

Now that this tailgunner's gone

No more Bombers (just one big bomb)

Climb into the sky, never wonder why

Tailgunner, you're a tailgunner

Climb into the sky, never wonder why

Tailgunner, you're a tailgunner

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(Bruce Dickinson / Steve Harris)

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 the 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 round shit, bees around honey

Holy smoke, holy smoke

Plenty bad preachers for the devil to stroke

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

'Til the TV queen gets her makeup 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 stroke

Feed 'em in 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

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There are times when I've wondered, and times when I've cried

When my prayers, they weren't 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 answers to my dreams

God, give me the answers to my prayers

God, give me the answer to my being

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(Bruce Dickinson / Dave Murray)

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

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 skin

And the press gets 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

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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 are 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

They grief and misery for the ones that are left behind

The worst is yet to come, a hell to face mankind

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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 patter 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

Better watch out, better watch out

Better watch out, 'cos I'm the assassin

Better watch out, better watch out

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 sight

I've got you dead to rights

The triggers waiting for my finger

I feel adrenaline rush

It's just the final touch

You can kiss your arse goodbye

Better watch out, 'cos I'm the assassin

Better watch out, better watch out

Better watch out, 'cos I'm the assassin

Better watch out, better watch out

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(Bruce Dickinson / Steve Harris)

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

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 silent sleep

Chill the hearts of fighting men

In open oceans, wondering when

The lethal silver fish will fry

The boats 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 silent sleep

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 tube 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 silent sleep

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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 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

She's tied up, she can't come to the phone

You must got your wires crossed 'cos she ain't home

Knock on wood, you know I like that sound

She never cold 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

Right on the money, got it wrapped up tight

New ideas for the décor tonight

Gonna make this house a preservation zone

Gonna set her in concrete, set her up on her own

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(Bruce 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 backdoor, invite me around

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 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

Nowhere, no way, no place to hide

Bring your daughter, bring your daughter to the slaughter

Let her go, let her go, let her go

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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