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BRUCE DICKINSON LYRICS
"Killing Floor" (1998 Single)
1. Killing Floor
2. Real World
3. Confeos
1. Killing Floor
So this is dreamtime, and all is quiet
So this is dreamtime, and all is night
I've never been held by the hand of god
Who's rocking the cradle, if he is not?
He turned the oil into his blood
Panzer divisions burning in in the mud
The stain of freedom - he's washed it out
Who's rocking the cradle - I have no doubt
Sleeping eyes awake
To see his hooded gaze
Whispers on the wind T
he darker side of ecstasy...
Satan - has left his killing floor
Satan - has left his killing floor S
atan - hellfires burn no more
Satan - has left his killing floor
So now it's dreamtime for you tonight
So now it's dreamtime, and all is quiet
You've never been held by the hand of god
Who's rocking your cradle, if he is not?
Sleeping eyes awake
To see his hooded gaze
Whispers on the wind
The never-ending breath goodbye...
Satan - has left his killing floor
Satan - has left his killing floor
Satan - his fires burn no more
Satan - is coming back for more
Satan - has left his killing floor
Satan - has left his killing floor
2. Real World
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
(x2)
The real world, the real world (x2)
3. Confeos
Story of one strange night in Japan...
In the smoky haze, she was dancing free
Should’ve ordered one but I ordered three
Then I watched the room, and it was dancing too
So I ordered four and I hit the floor
On the count of five, I was still alive
At the stroke of six, I picked a drink to mix
At the stroke of seven, I fell out of heaven
As the clock struck eight, I felt the hand of fate
BRIDGE:
You’re in the spotlight
And I’m running out of time
You’re in the spotlight
The wheels of your life starts now
Tell me what sin was on your mind, yeah
May I approach from behind, yeah
Tell me what sin was on your mind, yeah
Start confessing to your crimes, yeah
Well, I tried to come but I was already there
Did I arrive too soon? Well better late than never
When I come again, you will know it’s time
Cause I have to go to catch another rhyme
Things are getting tight, maybe one more stroke
Any last words from the fiery folk
REPEAT BRIDGE
Tell me what sin is on your mind, yeah
May I approach from behind, yeah
Start confessing to your crimes, yeah
Tell me what sin is on your mind, yeah
Now the wheels of life goes rolling on, into the sun
Now the wheels of life goes rolling on, we roll as one
Tell me what sin is on your mind, yeah
Start confessing to your crimes, yeah
(x2)
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