Тексты песен «Bruce Dickinson»

Living in the city can be a cold and lonely place to be. Living in the shadows where there is no sun there is no breeze. Drinking stale water, having to pay for the privelage. Talk about your freedom. I'll take you...

What would induce you to swear your allegiance to god, tonight? Joined at the hip to a million-volt switch of the light - alright You want to find out what the planet's about? Falling from grace leaves a cool empty...

There's a secret that we all share In the darkest hours of the night You can swear on the bible... Cut the thoat of your rival I've been taking my life in my hand And I'm making new plans yeah... Now I'm starting my...

There's a secret that we all share In the darkest hours of the night You can swear on the bible... Cut the thoat of your rival I've been taking my life in my hand And I'm making new plants yeah... Now I'm starting...

Devil's driving down the track. 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...

I'm Your Top Prime Cut Of Meat, I'm Your Choice I Wanna Be Elected I'm Your Yankee Doodle Dandy In A Gold Rolls Royce I Wanna Be Elected Kids Want A Savior, Don't Need A Fake I Wanna Be Elected We're All Gonna Rock To...

I will not accept the truth I will not accept the truth I will not accept the truth... That I'll never get there Never get there (yeah, yeah) I must not push forward, no I must not push forward, no I must not...

[C. Dale] [Skunkworks-sessions, 1996] [CHORUS:] I'm in a band with an Italian drummer and all the girls just fall in his lap I'm in a band with an Italian drummer But for a foreigner he's quite a nice chap He...

These are the pictures These are the feelings from the front line Living in silence Feeling the deafness like heavy smoke Smiling with strangers Counting the days like a spring coiled up inside Welcome to your...

I see the scars of action all writhing 'round your face Too much inactivity and home's a lonely place Throw away your beauty 'cos you know that it won't last Throw away your present, you've been living in the past...

I've got myself a widget A gizmo with wires, and martian intent, yeah Strange face of beauty, that's my machine It blinks and stares right at me Sees nothing, but in it's wires A strange thing of beauty, that's my...

"And did those feet in ancient times Walk upon England's mountains green? Was the holy lamb of god On England's pleasant pastures seen? And did the countenance divine Shine forth on our clouded hill? Was Jerusalem...

[B. Dickinson / Roy Z.] And did those feet in ancient times Walk upon England's mountains green? Was the holy lamb of god On England's pleasant pastures seen? And did the countenance divine Shine forth on our...

Kill Devil Hill Blood brothers of angels now hear us, We earthbound your offspring, don't fear us God willing, we'll rise up, be near you So open your arms now, and take us So we're breathing our dreams, like the...

So this is dreamtime, and all is quiet So this is dreamtime, and all is night You've never been held by the hand of god Who's rocking the cradle, if he is not? He turned the oil into his blood Panzer divisions burning...

In the darkness, the raven's head In the courtyard, clothed in fear I see gates that are opening There's only one way out of here Daylight has gone The night has come... See his twisted sons and daughters Writhing...

There's a sinister game the children play Hey, hey, hey, hey When they get to the end of each school day Hey, hey, hey, hey They spend their lives getting ready for the kill... (aaah) Laughing in the hiding bush...

[B. Dickinson/ Roy Z/ A. Dickinson] There's a sinister game that children play...Hey...Hey When they get to the end of each schoolday...Hey...Hey They spend their lives getting ready for the kill... [CHORUS:]...

There's a sinister game That children play...Hey...Hey When they get to the end Of each schoolday...Ha...Ha They spand their lives Getting ready for the kill... Laughting in the hiding bush The joker is back Laughting...

There's a sinister game That children play...Hey...Hey When they get to the end Of each schoolday...Hey...Hey They spend their lives Getting ready for the kill... Laughting in the hiding bush The joker is back...