Bruce Dickinson Songs and Lyrics - Page 2

Killing Floor Lyrics by Bruce Dickinson So this is dreamtime, and all is quiet So this is dreamtime, and all is night You’ve never been held by the hand of

Hell No Lyrics by Bruce Dickinson There’s a secret that we all share, in the darkest hours of the night You could swear on your bible, cut the throat of

Sacred Cowboys Lyrics by Bruce Dickinson With a sense of irony everyone you see is chasing their illusions Take a dive or sink or swim, but in the end you’re

Chemical Wedding Lyrics by Bruce Dickinson How happy is the human soul Not enslaved by dull control Left to dream and roam and play Shed the guilt of former days

Meltdown Lyrics by Bruce Dickinson Hey, you wait, cringing in the dark, you create what you always fear A puppet of hatred, dishing out poison You use me for bait,

Freak Lyrics by Bruce Dickinson He rides the wave, a spiral slave The Prince of Darkness plays his games You’re hypnotized, under velvet skies He breathes the red wind ‘cross

Sabbath Bloody Sabbath Lyrics by Bruce Dickinson You see life through distorted eyes You know you have to learn The execution of your mind You really have to turn The

Back From The Edge Lyrics by Bruce Dickinson A silent river flowing black Strange attractors no turning back Present danger I recall That pins my senses to the wall Back

Accident Of Birth Lyrics by Bruce Dickinson Journey back to the dark side, back into the womb Back to where the spirits move like vapor from the tomb The center

Americans Are Behind Lyrics by Bruce Dickinson Hello! Well I’ve studied greenwich meantime And its different from cet But in Europe we’re all in line And that’s no big problem

Born In ’58 Lyrics by Bruce Dickinson Born in a mining town in ’58. When black and white TV was up to date. And men where still around. Who fought

Son Of A Gun Lyrics by Bruce Dickinson Holy was the preacher Riding on his rig of steel in the rising sun This was no grim reaper, but a man

Book Of Thel Lyrics by Bruce Dickinson The mark is on you now The furnace sealed inside your head Melting from the inside now Waxy tears run down your face

Rain On The Graves Lyrics by Bruce Dickinson In a country churchyard I came across a man He smiled and slowly beckoned me With a trembling hand Did you come