There goes the siren that warns of the air raid Then comes the sound of the guns sending flak Out for the scramble we've got to get airborne Got to get
The freeway is jammed and it's backed up for miles The car is an oven and baking is wild Nothing is ever the way it should be What we deserve we just
There's an evil virus that's threatening mankind Not state of the art, a serious state of the mind The muggers, the back stabbers, the two faced elite
From the coast of gold, across the seven seas I'm travelin' on, far and wide But now it seems, I'm just a stranger to myself And all the things I sometimes
: [Harris] Lying awake at night I wipe the sweat from my brow But it's not the fear 'cos I'd rather go now Trying to visualize the horrors that will
: [Harris/Gers/Murray/Bayley] There's an evil virus that's threatening mankind Not state of the art, a serious state of the mind The muggers, the backstabbers
: [Harris] I am a man who walks alone And when I'm walking a dark road At night or strolling through the park When the light begins to change I sometimes
: [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
: [Harris - Dickinson] Believe in me send no money I died on the cross and that ain't funny But my so called friends they're making me a joke They missed
: [Harris] Here they stand brothers them all All the sons divided they'd fall Here await the birth of the son The seventh, the heavenly, the chosen
: [Harris] Feel the sweat break on my brow Is it me or is it shadows that are Dancing on the walls Is this a dream or is it now Is this a vision or
: [Smith/Dickinson/Harris] Love is a razor and I walked the line on that silver blade Slept in the dust with his daughter, her eyes red with The slaughter
: [Smith] From the coast of gold, across the seven seas, I'm travelling on, far and wide, But now it seems, I'm just a stranger to myself, And all the
: [Adrian Smith/Bruce Dickinson] Kill for gain or shoot to maim But we don't need a reason To Golden Goose is on the loose And never out of season Some
: [Bayley/Gers] The freeway is jammed and it's backed up for miles The car is an oven and baking is wild Nothing is ever the way it should be What we
: [Steve Harris and Paul Di'anno] Just sixteen, a pickup truck, out of money, out of luck. I've got nowhere to call my own, hit the gas, and here I
: [Steve Harris] Hear the rime of the ancient mariner See his eye as he stops one of three Mesmerises one of the wedding guests Stay here and listen
: [Steve Harris] There goes the siren that warns of the air raid Then comes the sound of the guns sending flak Out for the scramble we've got to get
