NO PRAYER FOR THE DYING

Tailgunner Holy smoke (tab) No prayer for the dying (tab) Public enema number one Fates warning (tab) The assassin (tab) Run silent, run deep (tab) Hooks in you (tab) Bring your daughter ... to the slaughter (tab) Mother Russia (tab)

Le groupe :     Bruce Dickinson (Chant)     Dave Murray (Guitare)     Janick Gers (Guitare)     Steve Harris (Basse)     Nicko Mc Brain (Batterie)

Trace your way back 50 yearsTo the glow of Dresden - blood and tearsIn the black above by the cruel searchlightMen will die and men will fight - yeah|Who shot who and who fired first?Dripping death to whet the bloodthirstNo radar lock on - skin and boneThe bomber boys are going home           chorusClimb into the sky never wonder why - TailgunnerYou're a Tailgunner           (repeat)Nail that fokker kill that son.Gonna blow your guts out with my gunThe weather forecast's good for warCologne and Frankfurt? Have some more|Tail end Charlie in the boiling skyThe Enola Gay was my last tryNow that this Tailgunner's goneNo more bombers (just one big bomb)         chorus

Believe in me - send us moneyDied on the cross and that ain't funnyBut my so called friends they're making me a jokeThey missed out what I said like I never spokeThey choose what they wanna hear - they don't tell a lieThey just leave out the truth as they're watching you dieThey're saving your souls by taking your moneyFlies around shit, bees around honey chorusHoly Smoke Holy Smoke, plenty bad preachers forThe Devil to stokeFeed'em in feet first this is no jokeThis is thirsty work making Holy Smoke yeahmaking Holy SmokeJimmy Reptile and all his friendsSay they gonna be with you at the endBurning records burning booksHoly soldiers nazi looksCrocodile smiles just wait a whileTill the TV queen gets her make-up cleanI've lived in filth I've lived in sinAnd I still smell cleaner than the shit you're in repeat chorusHoly Smoke - smells goodThey ain't religious but they ain't no foolsWhen Noah built his cadillac it was coolTwo by two they're still going downAnd the satellite circus just left townI think they're strange and when they're deadThey can have a Lincoln for their bedFriend of the president trick of the tailNow they ain't got a prayer 100 years in jail repeat chorusHoly Smoke - hah

There are times when I've wonderedAnd times when I've criedWhen my prayers they were answeredAt times when I've liedBut if you asked me a questionWould I tell you truthNow there's something to bet onYou've got nothing to loseWhen i've sat by the windowAnd gazed at the rainWith an ache in my heartBut never feeling the painAnd if you would tell meJust what my life meansWalking a long roadNever reaching the endGod give me the answer to my lifeGod give me the answer to my dreamsGod give me the answer to my prayersGod give me the answer to my being

When it all comes down the lineAnd the lights they turn to greedAnd you race off with your tyres screamingRolling thunderAnd the people choke with poisonChildren cry in fearBut you've got your fast bulletOne way ticket outta here      chorusFall on your knees todayAnd pray the world will mend its waysGet to your feet againRefugees from the heartbreak and the painIn the cities in the streetsThere's a tension you can feelBreaking strain is fast approachingGuns and riotsPoliticians gamble and lie to save their skinsAnd the press get fed the scapegoatsPublic enema number one           chorusA million network slavesIn an advertising new ageI don't need a crystal ball to sell yaYour children have more brainsThan your drug infested remainsCalifornia dreaming as the earth dies screaming          chorus

why is it some of us are destined to stay aliveand some of us are here just so that we'll diehow come the bullet hits the other guydo we have to try and reason why     chorusbe it the devil or be it himyou can count on just one thingwhen the time is up you'll knownot just one power runs the showare we the lucky ones saved for another dayor they the lucky ones who are taken awayis it a hand on your shoulder from the lord aboveor the devil himself come to give you a shove      chorusa volcano erupts and sweeps a town awaya hurricane devastates the cities in its waythe grief and misery for the ones that are left behindthe worst is yet to come a hell to face mankind

Now the contracts outThey've put the word aboutI'm coming after youIt's not the money I makeIt's the thrill of the chaseAnd I'm coming after youI watch your every moveStudy the things you doAnd the pattern of your waysI watch the way you walkI hear your telephone talkI want to understand the way you think      chorusBetter watch out,cos I'm the assassin,Better watch out,better watch out     (repeat)I'm in a cold cold sweatI taste the smell of deathI know the moment's getting closerAnd as you walk to the lightI feel my hands go tightExcitement running through my veinsI've got you in my sightsI've got you dead to rightsThe triggers waiting for my fingerI feel adrenalin rushIt's just the final touchYou can kiss your arse goodbye     chorus

The convoy lights are dead aheadThe merchantmen lay in their bedThe thump of diesels hammers downIn the oily sea-the killing groundHis knuckles white his eyes alightHe slams the hatch on the deadly nightA cunning fox in the chickens lairA hound of hell and the devil don't care        chorusRuning silent,runing deep,we are your final prayerWarriors in secret sleep,a merchantman's nightmareA silent death lies awaiting,for all of you belowRunning silent,running deep,sink into your silent sleepChill the hearts of fighting menIn open ocean wondering when?The lethal silver fish will flyThe boat will shiver-men will dieA cast of millions-a part to playKiller? victim? or fool for a dayObeying an order-men have to dieUs or them - a well rehearsed lie       chorusThe lifeboats shattered the hull is tornThe tar black smell of burning oilOn the way down to davy jonesEvery man for himself - you're on your ownThe wolf eyes watch the crosswire'Stern tubes ready','aim and fire|'They can pin some medal on your chestBut in two more weeks - dead like the rest       chorus

I got the keys to view at number 22Behind my green door there's nothing to seeStone cold sober and sitting in silence,laidBack and looking for symphatyI like a girl who knows where she's boundI don't like girls who've been hanging around        chorusHooks in you,hooks in me,hooks in the ceilingFor that well hung feelingNo big deal,no big sin,strung up on love IGot the hooks screwed in      chorusShe's tied up she can't come to the phoneYou must have got your wires crossed cos she ain't homeKnock on wood - you know I like that soundShe never could keep her feet on the ground      chorusRight on the money got it wrapped up tightNew ideas for the decor tonightGonna make this house a preservation zoneGonna set her in concrete set her up on her own

honey its getting close to midnightand all the myths are in towntrue love and lipstick on your linenbite the pillow make no soundif there's some living to be donebefore your life becomes your tombyou'd better know that i'm the oneso unchain your back door invite me aroundhoney its getting close to daybreadkthe sun is creeping in the skyno patent remedies for heartachejust empty words and humble pieso get down on your kneees honeyassume an attitudeyou just pray that i'll be waitingcos you know i'm coming soonso pick up your foolish pride,no going backno where,no way,no place to hidebring your daughter,bring your daughter to the slaughterlet her go,let her go,let her go

Mother Russia how are you sleepingMiddle winter cold winds blowFrom the trees the snowflakes driftingSwirling round like ghosts in the snowMother Russia poetry majesticTells the time of a great empireTurning round the old man pondersReminiscing an age gone byMother RussiaDance of the tsarsHold up your headsBe proud of what you areNow it has comeFreedom at lastTurning the tides of historyAnd your pastMother RussiaDance of the tsarsHold up your headsRemember who you areCan you releaseThe anger the griefCan you be happyNow your people are free