CAN
I PLAY WITH MADNESS
(Iron
Maiden)
Give me the sense to wonder
To wonder if I'm free
Give me a sense of wonder
To know I can be me
Give me the strength to
hold my head up
Spit back in their face
Don't need no key to unlock
this door
Gonna break down the walls
Break out of this bad place
Can I play with madness -
the prophet stared at his crystal ball
Can I play with madness
- there's no vision there at all
Can I play with madness
- the prophet looked and he laughed at me
Can I play with madness
- he said you're blind too blind to see
I screamed aloud to the old
man
I said don't lie don't say
you don't know
I say you'll pay for your
mischief
In this world or the next
Oh and then he fixed me
with a freezing glance
And the hell fires raged
in his eyes
He said do you want to know
the truth son
- I'll tell you the truth
Your soul's gonna burn in
the lake of fire
Can I play with madness -
the prophet stared at his crystal ball
Can I play with madness
- there's no vision there at all
Can I play with madness
- the prophet looked and he laughed at me
Can I play with madness
- he said you're blind too blind to see.
Can I play with madness... |
2
MINUTES TO MIDNIGHT
(Iron
Maiden)
Kill for gain or shoot to
maim
But we don't need a reason
The Golden Goose is on the
loose
And never out of season
Some blackened pride still
burns inside
This shell of bloody treason
Here's my gun for a barrel
of fun
For the love of living death.
CHORUS
The killer's breed or the
demon's seed,
The glamour, the fortune,
the pain,
Go to war again, blood is
freedom's stain,
But don't you pray for my
soul anymore.
2 minutes to midnight
The hands that threaten
doom.
2 minutes to midnight
To kill the unborn in the
womb.
The blind men shout let the
creatures out
We'll show the unbelievers
The napalm screams of human
flames
Of a prime time Belsen feast...YEAH!
As the reasons for the carnage
cut their meat and lick the gravy,
We oil the jaws of the war
machine and feed it with our babies.
CHORUS
The body bags and little
rags of children torn in two
And the jellied brains of
those who remain to put the finger right on you.
As the madmen play on words
and make us all dance to their song,
To the tune of starving
millions to make a better kind of gun.
CHORUS
Midnight...all night... |
MOONCHILD
(Iron
Maiden)
Seven deadly sins
Seven ways to win
Seven holy paths to hell
And your trip begins
Seven downward slopes
Seven bloodied hopes
Seven are your burning fires
Seven your desires....
I am he the bornless one
The fallen angel watching
you
Babylon, the scarlet whore
I'll infiltrate your gratitude
Don't you dare to save your
son
Kill him now and save the
young ones
Be the mother of a birth
strangled babe
Be the devils own, Lucifer's
my name
Moonchild - hear the mandrake
scream
Moonchild - open the seventh
seal
Moonchild - You'll be mine
soon child
Moonchild - take my hand
tonight
I count the heads of those
unborn
The accursed ones I'll find
them all
And if you die by your own
hand
As a suicide you shall be
damned
And if you try to save your
soul
I will torment you - you
shall not grow old
With every second and passing
breath
You'll be so alone your
soul will bleed to death
Moonchild - hear the mandrake
scream
Moonchild - open the seventh
seal
Moonchild - You'll be mine
soon child
Moonchild - take my hand
tonight
The twins they are exhausted,
seven is this night
Gemini is rising as the
red lips kiss to bite
Seven angels seven demons
battle for his soul
When Gabriel lies sleeping,
this child was born to die
One more dies one more lives
One baby cries one mother
grieves
For all the sins you will
commit
You'll beg forgiveness and
none I'll give
A web of fear shall be your
coat
To clothe you in the night
A lucky escape for you young
man
But I'll see you damned
in endless night. |
ACES
HIGH
(Iron
Maiden)
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 up for the coming
attack.
Jump in the cockpit and start
up the engines
Remove all the wheelblocks
there's no time to waste
Gathering speed as we head
down the runway
Gotta get airborne before
it's too late.
Running, scrambling, flying
Rolling, turning, diving,
going in again
Run, live to fly, fly to
live, do or die
Run, live to fly, fly to
live. Aces high.
Move in to fire at the mainstream
of bombers
Let off a sharp burst and
then turn away
Roll over, spin round and
come in behind them
Move to their blindsides
and firing again.
Bandits at 8 O'clock move
in behind us
Ten ME-109's out of the
sun
Ascending and turning our
spitfires to face them
Heading straight for them
I press down my guns
Rolling, turning, diving
Rolling, turning, diving,
going in again
Run, live to fly, fly to
live, do or die
Run, live to fly, fly to
live, Aces high. |
