Still Life

Take a look in the pool and what do you see
In the dark depths their faces beckoning me
Can't you see them its plain for all to see
They were their oh I know you don't believe me

Oh I never felt so strange
But I'm not going insane.

I've no doubt that you think I'm off of my head
You don't say but it's in your eyes instead
Hours I spend out just gazing into that pool
Something draws me there I don't know what to do

Oh they drain my strength away
Oh their asking me to stay
Nightmares, spirits calling me
Nightmares, they won't leave me be.

All my life's blood is slowly draining away
And I feel that I'm weaker every day
Somehow I know I haven't long to go
Joining them at the bottom of the pool

Oh I feel they are so near
And I begin to see them clear
Nightmares, calling all the time
Nightmares, will give me peace of mind.

Now it's clear and I know what I have to do
I must take you down there to look at them to
Hand-in-hand then we'll jump right into that pool
Can't you see not just me they want you to.

Oh we'll drown together
It will be forever
Nightmares, forever calling me
Nightmares, now we rest in peace.

-Iron Maiden

Two Minutes to Midnight

Here is ole about nuclear war.

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
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.

The killers breed or the demons seed
the glamour, the fortune, the pain
go to war again, blood is freedom stained
don't you pray for my soul anymore.

Two minutes to midnight
the hands that threaten doom
two minutes to midnight
to kill the unborn in the womb.

The blindman shouts let the creatures out
we'll show the unbelievers
napalm screams of human flames
for the prime-time belson feast (yeah)
and the reasons for their carnage
cut their meat and lick the gravy
we oil the jaws of the war machine
and feed it with our babies.

The killers breed or the demons seed
the glamour, the fortune, the pain
go to war again, blood is freedom stained
don't you pray for my soul anymore.

Two minutes to midnight
the hands that threaten doom
two minutes to midnight
to kill the unborn in the womb.

For body bags and little rags
of children torn in two
and the jellied brains of those who remain
to put their finger right on you
as the madman plays on words
and make us all dance to ther song
to the tune of starving millinons
to make a better kind of gun.

The killers breed or the demons seed
the glamour, the fortune, the pain
go to war again, blood is freedom stained
don't you pray for my soul anymore.

Two minutes to midnight
the hands that threaten doom
two minutes to midnight
to kill the unborn in the womb.

Midnight, midnight, midnight,
it's all night

Midnight, midnight,midnight,
it's all night

Midnight............it's all night.

Tailgunner

Trace your way back fifty years
to the glow of Dresdin blood and tears
by the black above, by the cruel search light
men will die and men will fight (yeah)
Who shot who and who fired first
dripping death to wet the blood thirst
no radar lock on skin and bone
the bomber boys are going home.

Climb into the sky, never wonder why,
tailgunner, you're a tailgunner
Climb into the sky, never wonder why,
tailgunner, you're a tailgunner
Climb into the sky, never wonder why,
tailgunner, you're a tailgunner
Climb into the sky, never wonder why,
tailgunner, you're a tailgunner.

Nail that Fokker, kill that son,
gonna blow your guts out with my gun
the weather forcasts' good for war
Cologne or Frankfurt, have some more
Tail-end Charlie in the boiling sky
the enola Gaye was my last try
now that this tailgunner's gone
no more bullets, just one big bomb.

Climb into the sky, never wonder why,
tailgunner, you're a tailgunner
Climb into the sky, never wonder why,
tailgunner, your a tailgunner
Climb into the sky, never wonder why,
tailgunner, you're a tailgunner.
Climb into the sky, never wonder why,
tailgunner, you're a tailgunner.

- Iron Maiden

Aces High

There goes the siren that warns of the air raid
there comes the sound of the gun sending flack
out for the scramble we 've got to ger airborn
got to get up for the coming attack
jump in the cockpit and start up the engine
remove all the wheel blocks there's no time to waste
gathering speed as we head down the runway
got to get airborn before it's too late.

running (running), scrambling (scrambling), flying (flying)
running (running), scrambling (scrambling), flying (flying)

run, live to fly, fly to livedo or die
why don't you 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 to come in behind them
move to their blind sides and fire in again
bandits at eight o'clock move in behind us
10ME 109's out of the sun
ascending and turning our spitfires to faces them
hheading straight for them I press down my guns

rolling (rolling), turning (turning), diving (diving)
rolling (rolling), turning (turning), diving (diving)

run, live to fly, fly to live, do or die,
why don't you run, live to fly, fly to live,
aces high.

Steve Harris (Iron Maiden)

Diary of a Madman

Screaming at the window
watch me die another day
hopeless situation
endless price I have to pay.

Sanity now it's beyond me there's no choice.

Diary of a madman
walk the lines again today
entries of confusion
dea diary I'm here to stay

Manic depression befriends me
hear his voice
sanity now it's beyond me
there's no choice.

A sickened mind and spirit
the mirror tells me lies
how could I mistake myself for someone
who lives behind my eyes
will he escape my soul
or will he live in me
is he trying to get out or trying to enter me.

Voices in the darkness
scream away my mental health
can I ask a question
to help save me from my self.

Enemies fill up the pages
are they me
monday til sunday in stages
set me free.

-Ozzy Osbourne

Revelations

Oh God of earth and alter
bow down and hear our cries
our earthly rules falter
our people drift and die
the walls of gold entomb us
the swords of scorn divide
take not thy thunder from us
take away our pride.

Just a babe in a black abyss
no reason for a place like this
the walls are cold and souls cry out in pain
an easy way for the blind go
a clever path for the fools who know
the secret of the hanged man
the smile on his lips

The light of the blind you'll see
the venom tears my spine
the eyes of the nile
are opening you'll see.

She came to me with a serpant's kiss
as the eye of the sun rose on her lips
moonlight catches, silver tears I cry
so we lay in a black embrace
and the seed is sown in a holy place
and I watched it and I waited for the dawn.

The light of the blind you'll see
the venom tears my spine
the eyes of the nile
are opening you see.

Bind all of us together
ablaze with hope and free
no storm or heavy weather
will rock the boat you see
the time has come to close your eyes
and still the wind and rain
for the one who will be king
the watcher in the ring.

It is you, ohh....... It is you.

Bruce Dickinson (Iron Maiden)

Holy Smoke

Believe in me, send no money,
I died on the cross
and that ain't funny
but my so called friends,
their making me a joke,
they missed out what I said,
like I never spoke
they choose what they want to hear,
they don't tell a lie,
they just leave out the truth
as their watching you die,
saving their souls by taking your money,
flies around shit, bees around honey.

Holy smoke, holy smoke
plenty of bad preachers for the devil to stoke
feed'em in feet first this is no joke
this is thirsty work making holy smoke {yeah)

Making Holy smoke

Jimmy reptile and all his friends
say their gonna be with you at the end
burning records, burning books,
holy soldies Natzi looks
crocodile smile, just wait awhile,
til the t.v. queen gets her makeup clean,
I've lived in fealth and I've lived in sin,
and I still smell cleaner than the shit your in.

Holy smoke, holy smoke,
plenty of bad preachers for the devil to stoke
feed'em in feet first this is no joke
this is thirsty work making holy smoke.

Holy smoke.....(smells good)

They ain't religous and they ain't no fool
when Noah built his cadillac it was cool
two by two they're still going down
and the satellite circus just a left town
I think it's strange and when they're dead
they can have a lincoln for their bed
friend of the president trick of the tale
now they ain't got a prayer, one hundred years in jail.

Holy smoke, holy smoke
plenty of bad preachers for the devil to stoke
feed'em in feet first this is no joke
this is thirsty work making holy smoke.

Making holy smoke

-Iron Maiden