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BRUCE DICKINSON LYRICS
"Bruce Dickinson - Dive! Dive! Live!" (1991 Video/VHS)
1. Riding With The Angels
2. Born In '58
3. Lickin' The Gun
4. Gypsy Road
5. Dive! Dive! Dive!
6. Zulu Lulu / Ballad Of Mut
7. Son Of A Gun
8. Hell On Wheels
9. All The Young Dudes
10. Tattooed Milionaire
11. No Lies
12. Fog On The Tyne / Winds Of Change
13. Sin City
14. Bring Your Daugther... To The Slaughter
15. Black Night
1. Riding With The Angels
2. Born In '58
Born in a mining town in '58.
When black and white TV was up to date.
And men where still around.
Who fought for freedom. Stood their ground and died.
That I could be alive and see the damage,
that we've managed since.
In this septred isle. Is nothing sacred.
Just a one square mile.
[CHORUS:]
Justice and Liberty. You can buy what you don't get free.
In a world of steel and glass. We bury our past.
On and On. We slept till dawn. When we awoke, we hardly spoke.
My grandfather taught me how to fight.
Old fashioned stuff like wrong and right.
But all around I see his morals buried in a mess
Of money troubles, Born in a mining town in '58.
When black and white TV was up to date.
And men where still around.
Who fought for freedom, stood their ground and died.
[CHORUS.]
On and On. We slept till dawn.
When we awoke, it was, all the same.
3. Lickin' The Gun
Lickin' the gun lickin' the hand that feeds you.
Lickin' the gun finger lickin' fun.
Lickin' the gun lickin' the hand that feeds you.
Lickin' the fun finger lickin' fun.
Senator husband going for broke.
I've gotta prove I'm not a joke.
We smoked the stuff in '69.
Now it's different. It's a crime.
Kid's today don't understand. Kid's today need a guiding hand.
Put a sticker if it rymes with truck.
When the law should slide, guess I'll duck.
[CHORUS:]
Watch religion come and go. Watch corruption on their shows.
Buy your silence, Money for blood.
Out of the ark and into the flood.
Crasy men with russian guns. My words never killed anyone.
Kissing Baby's. Lickin' the gun.
Ain't political. Just having fun.
[CHORUS:]
Eat it up lay down and die. They'll shoot you up.
And they don't know why.
Their doing a job and they enjoy it too.
Their protecting us from me and you.
We smoked the stuff in '69.
Now it's different. It's a crime.
I don't care to wait and see.
If I'm cool enough to make history.
[CHORUS.]
4. Gypsy Road
Living in the city can be a cold and lonely place to be.
Living in the shadows where there is no sun there is no breeze.
Drinking stale water, having to pay for the privelage.
Talk about your freedom. I'll take you where I think it is.
[CHORUS:]
Gypsy road. Is the highway that I run to.
Gypsy road. Welcome to your dreams.
Oh oh oh, Gypsy road.
Living by my own rules. A rebel yell and a rebel creed.
Keep your life simple. Try not to take what you don't need.
Think about your freedom. Dream a little every day.
Suddenly you'll find yourself there.
Follow me. Walk this way.
[CHORUS.]
I'll find my dreams. You find yours too.
5. Dive! Dive! Dive!
Put and opening shot. Across your bows.
Got tunnel vision. Pull the sheets in now.
Let'em flap. Let'em rip.
This man of war gonna sink your ship.
Gonna blow you midships.
Gonna dive tonight.
There's no release when your deep down inside.
Davey Jones gonna keep your bones.
No monkey buisness. Now your on your own.
Turn your stern and cover me.
We're rolling swell. Just an old sea dog like me.
Gonna blow you midships.
Gonna dive tonight.
There's no release till your deep down inside.
[CHORUS:]
Dive! Dive! Dive!
Dive! Dive! Dive!
Dive! Dive! Dive!
No muff too tuff.
We dive at five.
Seamen Staines is down below.
Torpedoes loaded. He's ready to go.
Wait to discharge. Waiting to release.
I see where the bones came up from below.
Gonna blow you midships.
Gonna dive tonight.
There's no release till your deep down inside.
[CHORUS.]
6. Zulu Lulu / Ballad Of Mut
Holy was the preacher.
Riding on his rig of steel in the rising sun.
This was no grim reaper.
But a man with a smile who took a pride in a job well done.
Ohh in a blood red sunrise.
He's preaching conversion as you lay down and die.
Just a god given holy roller.
In a god forsaken land.
He didn't choose this killing ground.
He didn't want this scrap of land.
You've got to scorch the earth, yeah.
and make the rivers run dry.
Untill we learn to hate like him.
Kill for killin'. Live to die.
[CHORUS:]
Ride on you son of a gun. Ride on. Ride into the setting sun.
You've gotta be a hero, for one last time.
To prove through your destruction.
That killing is a great way of life.
There's a wooden cross somewhere.
Where they'll bury you down deep.
You lie to your people, You lie to yourself.
Your in love with death babe.
You've got no shame.
[CHORUS]
The preacher laughed. The preacher cried.
He loaded bullets as he smiled.
Congregation sat and wondered.
Would they live or would they die.
Just an ordinary man, with his orders and his plans.
In the shadows of a cross.
Oh in a blood red sunrise.
Take me to jesus, with judas my guide.
[CHORUS]
Ride on your bleeding heart.
Ride on you play no part.
Ride on you feel no pity.
Ride on you feel no pain.
Ride into history.
7. Son Of A Gun
Holy was the preacher.
Riding on his rig of steel in the rising sun.
This was no grim reaper.
But a man with a smile who took a pride in a job well done.
Ohh in a blood red sunrise.
He's preaching conversion as you lay down and die.
Just a god given holy roller.
In a god forsaken land.
He didn't choose this killing ground.
He didn't want this scrap of land.
You've got to scorch the earth, yeah.
and make the rivers run dry.
Untill we learn to hate like him.
Kill for killin'. Live to die.
[CHORUS:]
Ride on you son of a gun. Ride on. Ride into the setting sun.
You've gotta be a hero, for one last time.
To prove through your destruction.
That killing is a great way of life.
There's a wooden cross somewhere.
Where they'll bury you down deep.
You lie to your people, You lie to yourself.
Your in love with death babe.
You've got no shame.
[CHORUS]
The preacher laughed. The preacher cried.
He loaded bullets as he smiled.
Congregation sat and wondered.
Would they live or would they die.
Just an ordinary man, with his orders and his plans.
In the shadows of a cross.
Oh in a blood red sunrise.
Take me to jesus, with judas my guide.
[CHORUS]
Ride on your bleeding heart.
Ride on you play no part.
Ride on you feel no pity.
Ride on you feel no pain.
Ride into history.
8. Hell On Wheels
Devil's driving down the track.
Hell on wheels and it won't turn back.
Engine racing down a one way street.
Speed wheel chasing in a red line heat.
Into the blackness. Into the night.
Out of the tunnel. Into the light.
Red for danger. That's just for show.
Climb aboard. Come as you go.
[CHORUS:]
Hard to steer when the devil's driving.
Helens wheels and the brake's won't hold.
Hard to steer when the devil's driving.
Hell on wheels and the brake's won't hold.
Too smart to come she just arrived.
Only gave her one but she's using five.
Minutes of time in the usual place.
If I was strapped in you could sit on my place. (face)
The door's were locked. The windows sealed.
Hitting me with the jack was the devil's deal.
Blue light flashing as the lipstick smudge.
Diving for cover in a tunnel of glove.
[CHORUS.]
Something's driving me. I don't know where.
Something down in my cellar somewhere.
Noone waiting for me down the line.
Noone waiting for me this time.
[CHORUS:]
Knuckle Down, Stick Shift, Take it slow.
Easy come means easy go.
Lay off the gas, make it last.
Cuz under my hood she's blowin' fast.
Into the blackness. Into the night.
Out of the tunnel. Into the light.
Red for danger thats just for show.
Climb aboard. Come as you go.
[CHORUS.]
9. All The Young Dudes
Well billy rapped all night about his suicide.
Said he could kick it in the head when he was 25.
Speed jive. Don't wanna stay alive when your 25.
And Wendy's stealing clothes from Marks And Sparks.
And Freddie's got spots from ripping of the stars.
From his face. Funky little boat race.
The television man is crazy.
Saying we're juvenile delequent wrecks.
I need TV when I got T-Rex?
Oh brother you guessed I'm a dude now.
[CHORUS:]
All the young dudes. Carry the news.
Bugaloo dudes. Carry the news.
Well Billy's looking sweat cuz he dresses like a queen.
But he can kick like a mule it's a real mean team.
But we can love. Ahh yes. We can love.
And my father's back at home with his Beatles and his Stones.
He never got it off with that revolution stuff.
What a drag. Too many snags.
Well I drunk alot of wine and I'm feeling fine.
I'm gonna raise some kind of bet.
Oh man, is this concrete all around or is it in my head.
Brother, I'm a dude now.
[CHORUS.]
10. Tattooed Milionaire
Tattooed boys with expensive toys.
Living in a bubble of sin.
Money can buy you most of anything.
Fix your nose or the mess your in.
Front page news you can share your views.
With a population that wants to be like you.
Out on the strip. Out on the tiles.
Same old greed behind the PR smiles.
You and all your entourage. To me your all the same.
You and all your entourage. Playing foolish games.
[CHORUS:]
I don't want your big city shining.
I don't want your silver lining.
I don't wanna be a tattooed millionaire.
He's got a wife, she ain't no brain child.
EX mud queen of Miami.
In his stretch cadillac, he keeps her in the back.
With his CD player and his bottle of Jack.
LA dude. LA Attitude. Laid back, selfish and getting fat.
Body gaurds, Porn Stars, Gold credit cards.
Using each other. Running for cover.
[CHORUS.]
11. No Lies
[CHORUS:]
No lies. No angels. No heaven. oh.oh.oh.oh.
No lies. No angels. No heaven. oh.oh.oh.oh.
No lies. No angels. No heaven. oh.oh.oh.oh.
Waiting on a corner on a red light street.
Were the dealers and the junkies and the graveyards meet.
By the light of a street light moon.
If you hang around here Babe your leaving soon.
On the run from the country from the law.
Well, here's a safe place behind every front door.
Wanna wonder where the guidebook doesn't go.
Watching the windows. Part of the side show.
[CHROUS:]
Where the money mens wallets bleed.
Where the fat cat sinners go for his needs.
Where the vicor goes for his sins.
Where the stick up artists get stuck in.
Look around here it's no big deal.
For an ounce of pleasure or a five minute feel.
Riding side sattle on a rented machine.
Hang on loosely. Part of the scene.
[CHORUS:]
12. Fog On The Tyne / Winds Of Change
Sitting in a sleazy snack-bar sucking sickly sausage rolls
Slipping down slowly, slipping down sideways,
think I'll sign off the dole - 'cause
CHORUS:
The fog on the Tyne is all mine, all mine,
The fog on the Tyne is all mine
The fog on the Tyne is all mine, all mine,
The fog on the Tyne is all mine.
Could a Copper catch a crooked coffin-maker,
Could a Copper comprehend
That a crooked coffin-maker's just an undertaker
Who undertakes to be your friend, and
REPEAT CHORUS
Tell it to tomorrow, today will take its time,
To tell you what tonight will bring.
Presently we'll have a pint or two together
Everybody do their thing.
We can swing together,
We can have a wee-wee,
We can have a wet on the wall
If someone slips a whisper
That it's simple, sister,
Slap them down and slap it on their smalls, 'cause
REPEAT CHORUS
13. Sin City
Diamonds and dust
Poor man last, rich man first
Lambourginis and caviar
Dry martinis, Shangri-la
I got a burning feeling
Deep inside of me
And it's yearning
But I'm gonna set it free
CHORUS:
I'm coming in to sin city
I'm gonna win in sin city
Where the lights are bright
Through the town tonight
I'm gonna win in sin city
Oh, I'm gonna rule you baby
Come one, Oh!
SOLO
Ladders and snakes
Ladders give, snakes take
Rich man, poor man, beggarman, thief
Ain't got a hope in hell, that's my belief
Fingers Freddy, Diamond Jim
They're getting ready, and I'm coming in to get you babe
So spin that wheel, roll those dice
Cut those load of decks
Bring on the dancing girls
And put the champaign on ice
REPEAT CHORUS
Wow, come on
14. Bring Your Daugther... To The Slaughter
Honey its getting close to midnight
And all the myths are in town
True love and lipstick on your linen
Bite the pillow make no sound
If there's some living to be done
Before your life becomes your tomb
You'd better know that I'm the one
Unchain your back door invite me around
CHORUS:
Bring your daughter, bring your daughter to the slaughter
let her go, let her go, let her go
(x2)
Honey its getting close to daybreak
The sun is creeping in the sky
No patent remedies for heartache
Just empty words and humble pie
So get down on your kneees honey
Assume an attitude
You just pray that i'll be waiting
Cos you know i'm coming soon
REPEAT CHORUS
So pick up your foolish pride'
No going back, no where, no way, no place to hide
SOLO
REPEAT CHORUS (x2)
Let her go(x4)
15. Black Night
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