No Prayer for the Dying

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 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

Climb into the sky never wonder why - Tailgunner, you're a Tailgunner
Climb into the sky never wonder why - Tailgunner, you're a Tailgunner
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 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, the 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 and 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 they wanna hear - 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

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 that the shit you're in

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

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

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

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 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
If you would tell me just what my life means
Walking a long road never reaching the end

God give me the answers to my life
God give me the answers to my dreams
God give me the answers to my prayers
God give me the answers 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 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

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
The breaking strain is fast approaching, guns and riots
The politicians gamble and lie to save their skins
And the Press get 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

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

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

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 it's way
The grief and misery for the ones that are left behind, the worst is yet to come a hell to face mankind

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

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 patterns 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, cos I'm the assassin
Better watch out, better watch out
Better watch out, cos I'm the assassin
Better watch out, cos I'm the assassin
Better watch out, assassin! assassin! assassin!

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 adrenaline rush, it's just the final touch, you can kiss your ass goodbye

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

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 final 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

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

Hooks In You (Dickinson, Smith)

I got the keys to view at number 22, behind my green door there's nothing to see
Is that a feature, what kind of creature would hang around waiting for a guy like me
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 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

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

Hooks in you, I've got those hooks in you, hooks in you, in you...
Hooks in you, I've got those hooks in you, hooks in you, in you...

Right on the money got it wrapped up tight, got new ideas for the decor tonight
Gonna make this house a preservation zone, gonna set her in concrete set her up on her own

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

Hooks in you, I've got those hooks in you, hooks in you...
Hooks in you, I've got those hooks in you, hooks in you I've got those hooks in you

Bring Your Daughter...To The Slaughter (Dickinson)

Honey its 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 back door invite me around

Bring your daughter, bring your daughter to the slaughter
Let her go, let her go, let her go
Bring your daughter, bring your daughter to the slaughter
Let her go, let her go, let her go
Let her go, yeah!
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

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

So pick up your foolish pride, no going back
No where, no way, no place to hide

Bring your daughter, bring your daughter
Bring your daughter, bring your daughter
Bring your daughter, bring your daughter to the slaughter
Bring your daughter, fetch your daughter
Bring your daughter, fetch your daughter
Bring your daughter, fetch your daughter to the slaughter

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