Bruce Dickinson - Real world
Tekst :
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
[SOLO]
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
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
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...
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...
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,...
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...