Bruce Dickinson - Real world

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How many lifetimes, how many beginnings
How many lovers, how many threats
How many religions to keep us all guessing
Give me a reason. Why? Hell is a reason. Why?

The real world, you ve got to fight to see it through
The real world, it s like the cages in the zoo
The real world, is there a lifelong there to be?
The real world, the real world

Too many people try to sell you their cages
Killing the fox till the jailer arrives
If living in zoos is your idea of outrageous
Don t pick any animal, I ll be the wild one

The real world, you ve got to fight to see it through
The real world, it s likes the cages in the zoo
The real world can leave you hanging by a thread
The real world, the real world

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The real world, you ve got to fight to see it through
The real world, it s likes the cages in the zoo
The real world can leave you hanging by a thread
The real world, the real world
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The real world, the real world [x2]

Inne utwory

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

    Człowiek o którym się mówi

    Na małej kartce
    przebył cały świat
    Dotknął złotym palcem
    By się mogło stać
    Silny wielki niepokonany
    Pomnik cnót
    Wszystkich ludzi wzór

    Boskości swojej
    wcale nie chciał kryć
    Łzy wylewał z wanny
    Morskiej piany - nikt
    Silny wielki niepokonany
    Pomnik cnót
    Wszystkich ludzi wzór

    Czy to ma sens aby sól do rany...?
    Czy to ma sens aby rano wstać...?
    Czy to ma...

    In the wee small hours of sixpence

    In the wee small hours of sixpence
    and the lighted chandelier
    stands a rusty old retainer
    whose old eyes are filled with tears
    for his master, Good Sir Galant,
    who is now off to the wars
    And although his eyes are crying
    we know grief is not the cause
    And...

    Stabat mater dolorosa

    We are the Sun
    We are the dead stars
    We are the black sky
    Invading your room
    We are the candle
    The only light
    We are the machines of the past
    Forever victims and murderers of your joy

    We are Death
    The ancient knowledge
    The source of origin
    The red and white sacred hatred
    Enthroned, materialized
    The wrath of heaven and hell united...

    We did that

    South-Sive, the young Don
    You motherfucking right, I m back man
    H-A-W-K, my motherfucking big brother
    This for the late great Fat Pat
    DJ Screw baby, you did it
    You started this monster man, ha-ha

    [Lil Keke]
    We did that, just to prove a point
    When we in the vocal booth, we ll crash the joint
    Another callabo,...

    Tainted love

    Sometimes I feel I’ve got to runaway
    I ve got to getaway
    From the pain your driving into the heart of me
    The love we shared seems to go nowhere
    But I lost my ride
    For I toss and turn I can t sleep at...