Bruce Dickinson - Fire

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Always let you down...
Always fooled around
Always stealing your own way
Life just seems too short
Life lived in the dirt
Kicked in the theet
Is what you meant to say

Fighting battles,never fired a shot

When you step into the fire
You re gonna get burned
Hide all the money you saved
Money won t pay
For the trouble you caused
Troubles coming back for more

Living on the edge
A blind man kneels on broken class
Building the bars of his own case
Running circles till you drop
Hating life until it stops
Kicked in the theet
Is what you meant to say...

Inne utwory

  • Real world
  • Welcome to the pit
  • Hell on wheels
  • Son of a gun
  • Mars within (Intro)
  • Acoustic song
  • Magician
  • Kill devil hill
  • Meltdown
  • The freak
  • Road to hell
  • All the young dudes
  • Inertia
  • Freak
  • Dracula
  • Losowe utwory

    Lick and a promise

    Ohnny come lately on a Saturday night
    singin how-de-do *
    backstreet boogie in the house of delight
    where they steal the show
    the money come sour but the ladies are sweet
    and it s a love affair
    whole place rockin , people stompin...

    Funeral fog

    Every time this year
    this dark fog will appear
    up from the tombs it comes
    to take one more life that
    can be near.
    In the middle of transylvania
    All natural life has for a long
    time ago gone, its thin and so
    beautyful but also so dark and
    mysterious.

    Once again the priest is messing
    may the god bless us...

    Dear god

    Dear God, is there somebody out there?
    Is there someone to hear my prayer?
    I m a simple man with simple words to say
    Is there some point in asking?
    Asking for more only got us where we are today
    Lost and alone and afraid...

    Shut your mouth and open your mind

    I ve been watching your performance since
    I was just a boy
    You re so diplomatic and you re actin so coy
    I see you on the TV at nite when I m in bed
    Can a
    Blindman understand the color red?

    I...

    Du wirst es nicht

    Schröder: Komm Stoibi, wir singen einen.
    Stoiber: Äääh, nein..äääh...doch ...Frau Merkel ...äääh.. Schröder...shalalala ..äähh...lom
    Schröder: He Eddi du Mutant, hab ich dir heute schon gesacht dass du nach Weiswurst riechst?
    Stoiber: Selbstverständlich.......äääh...woas? äääh, Sie Skrupelloser Bolschevick, Sie...äääh... Tagedieb, was soll denn das, das stimmt so nicht!
    Schröder: HaHaHa! Pass mal...