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 bloodthirst
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 Fokker 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 T
he Enola Gay was my last try
Now that this tailgunner's gone
No more bombers (just one big bomb)

Holy Smoke Harris/Dickinson

 Believe in me - send us money I 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 Saving your souls by taking your money Flies round 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 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

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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

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 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

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

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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:

No Prayer for the Dying

 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

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

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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

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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:

Hooks in you Dickinson/Smith

I got the keys to view atnumber 22Behind my Green door there's nothing to seeStone cold sober and sitting in silence,laid Back and looking for symphatyI 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

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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

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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

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