Alive in studio A (1995)
Cyclops
(B. Dickinson/ Roy Z)We all have secret lives In our secret rooms Living in our movies humming our own tunes Living life in camera When the night is closing down Sliding into darkness You could be like me CHORUS: Where are you going? What are you doing? Why are you looking At the cameras eye? Where are you staying? Why are you leaving? We watch you breathing through the cameras eye We all make up our faces The make up of the clown, Happy leaving traces, Of our childish background, Pointing at the sky, We can watch the stars You think you're all alone, But you never are REPEAT CHORUS STICK: They ain't watching you, they ain't watching you now (x2) SOLO REPEAT STICK Where are you going? What are you doing? Why are you looking at the cameras eye? Political sleazes, Sexual divas, We watch your heart beat through the cameras eye.
Shoot all the clowns
(B. Dickinson/ Roy Z)I've been down at the crazy house I've been playing with the cat and the mouse I've been down, I've been down I've seen the crazy people running around Shoot all the clowns Shoot 'em down, Shoot 'em down, Shoot 'em down Welcome to the circus where I fool around I got the killer smile, I'm a killer clown Cover up your face, you've been found out You laugh when there's nothing to smile about Shoot all the clowns Shoot 'em down, Shoot 'em down, Shoot 'em down CHORUS: Shoot, shoot, shoot all the clowns (x2) Wanna gimme money, well you better get ready I'm a certified friend of John Paul Getty I'm a fat stargazer, I'm an all night raver I'm an anything you wannabe, If I can get your sympathy Welcome to the circus, I'm a killer clown Welcome to the circus, Hey gather round Two sides to life, two sides to fun The one who does it and the one who gets done Shoot all the clowns Shoot 'em down, Shoot 'em down, Shoot 'em down REPEAT CHORUS
Son of a gun
(B. Dickinson/ J. Gers)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. Until we learn to hate like him. Kill for killing'. Live to die. CHORUS: Ride on you son of a gun Ride on. Ride into the setting sun. Ride on you son of a gun 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. REPEAT 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. REPEAT 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.
Tears of the dragon
(B. Dickinson)For too long now There were secrets in my mind For too long now There were things I should have said In the darkness, I was stumbling for the door To find a reason, to find the time, the place, the hour Waiting for the winter sun, and the cold light of day The misty ghosts of childhood fears The pressure is building and I can't stay away CHORUS: I throw myself into the sea Release the wave, let it wash over me To face the fear, I once believed The tears of the dragon, for you and for me Where I was I had wings that couldn't fly Where I was I had tears I couldn't cry My emotions frozen in an icy lake I couldn't feel them until the ice began to break I have no prayer over this, you know I'm afraid The walls I built are crumbling The water is moving, I'm slipping away REPEAT CHORUS SOLO Slowly I awake Slowly I rise The walls I built are crumbling The water is moving, I'm slipping away REPEAT CHORUS (x2)
1000 points of light
(B. Dickinson/ Roy Z)You can sail in the desert with a ship of fools You can smuggle in Moses and his book of rules But you can't take mother and give her back her son Hey what kind of freedom is bought with a gun... CHORUS: People like to build their own prison walls When they're afraid to look inside a... 1000 points of light Are the muzzle flashes in the night And the freedoms you profess to hold Won't bring the dead back from the cold... Political speeches they are lying in the mud Nothing else matters but money and blood Tyranny off freedom, is do what you like There's a world gone crazy, cause it can't say no. "What is it that produces the light, what is it that makes the 1000 points of light shine?" SOLO There should be time for love But there's too much room for hate Too much sliding of the truth Too much abuse of wasted youth There should be time for love and a time for living to Had enough of realizes Had enough of your all lies REPEAT CHORUS
Sacred cowboys
(B. Dickinson/ Roy Z)With sense of irony everyone you see is chasing their illusion Take a dive or sink or swim, but in the end you're in the same pollution In your world escape is swift, the nonsense list is all you need to know In the land of dreams, you make the right connections, then you'll be the hero... Ecstasy, the cult of me provides our institutions You can live forever besides a grave that stands where people used to function You can join the saviours of our culture, vultures circling overhead my sky Like the sin of gluttony won't set you free, but Betty Ford can help you try You can get all the things you never needed You can sell people crap and make them eat it CHORUS: Where is our John Wayne Where is our sacred cowboys now? Where are the indians on the hill There's no indians left to kill People die with oxygen and all their money can afford a breath People starving everywhere and staring in the face of death Prostitutes and politicians laying in their beds together You can be the saviour of the poor making up the policies to open the back door... You can get all the things you never needed You can sell people crap and make them eat it REPEAT CHORUS (x2) SOLO You can get all the things you never needed You can sell people crap and make them eat it REPEAT CHORUS (x2)
Tattooed millionaire
(B. Dickinson/ J. Gers)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 guards, Porn Stars, Gold credit cards. Using each other. Running for cover. REPEAT CHORUS
Born in 58
(B. Dickinson, J. Gers)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 septed 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. REPEAT CHORUS On and On. We slept till dawn. When we awoke, it was, all the same.
Fire
(B. Dickinson/ Roy Z/ E. Casilla)(Only on "Alive in studio A" disc)
Always let you down... Always fooled around Always stealing your own way Life just seems too short Life lived in the dirt Kicked in the teeth Is what you meant to say Fighting battles, never fired a shot CHORUS: When you step into the fire You're gonna get burned Hide all the money you saved Money won't pay For the trouble you caused Troubles coming back for more Living on the edge A blind man kneels on broken class Building the bars of his own case Running circles till you drop Hating life until it stops Kicked in the teeth Is what you meant to say... Fighting battles, never fired a shot REPEAT CHORUS SOLO REPEAT CHORUS (x2)
Change of heart
(B. Dickinson/ Roy Z)Here I sit, alone at a window The rain falls down On the class in the cold All my life I've been waiting for a moment It never came, maybe never will Ah, sometimes I don't know Those days are gone Now I hide where I just can't say I'm still watching your tears As They fall to the ground CHORUS: You, you're walking away You couldn't stay You need a change of heart You, you're walking away You couldn't stay You need a change of heart Trees are bare, the earth it is hard I wait for winter, soft winter and snow STICK: Those days are gone Now I hide where I just can't say I'm still catching your tears Before they fall to the ground SOLO REPEAT STICK REPEAT CHORUS (fade out)
Hell no
(B. Dickinson/ Roy Z)There's a secret that we all share In the darkest hours of the night You can swear on the bible... Cut the throat of your rival STICK: I've been taking my life in my hand And I'm making new plans, yeah... Now I'm starting my life on my own In the virgin unknown... CHORUS: Hell...Hell no... Oh were do we belong? In this place, where we fight, Oh were do we belong? There's a place in the misty air Not a million miles from here You can make it your own place You can change your own face REPEAT STICK REPEAT CHORUS Screaming REPEAT CHORUS SOLO If you can't really say what you don't really know, then you don't really know what you can't really say (x4) Screaming out hell no Shouting out hell no On his knees shouting hell no Defiant as hell no On the street singing hell no On his knees hell no Still shouting out hell no Screaming Hell no, hell no, one, two, three, four REPEAT CHORUS
Laughing in the hiding bush
(B. Dickinson/ Roy Z/ A. Dickinson)There's a sinister game that children play...Hey...Hey When they get to the end of each schoolday...Hey...Hey They spend their lives getting ready for the kill... CHORUS: Laughing in the hiding bush The joker is back Laughing in the hiding bush The joker is back Who remembers the names of fallen heroes aha aha? Who remembers today to fly their flag? I couldn't say I loved you like I did before...Ha! Laughing in the hiding bush The joker is back Laughing in the hiding bush It's the laughing attack The joker is back He's wild in the pack The joker is back Laughing in the hiding... gonna kick him in the bush, yeah SOLO REPEAT CHORUS (x2)
Gods of war
(B. Dickinson/ Roy Z)(Only on "Alive at the Marquee" disc)
When I was younger I thought, I believed that to kill or be killed was a thing to be proud of Victim of change, prisoner of hope, hanged by the neck on the end of a rope I don't know... I don't care... CHORUS: Oh, one of the damned Oh, part of the plan Cry oh oh oh the gods of war They howl and cry for more Cry oh oh oh the gods of war They howl and cry for more Now taking both sides at a time on the front line You can join in the fear Share in the bloodshed Investing your money in guns, the infinite fun of the warlord you saved From the rusty grave REPEAT CHORUS SOLO REPEAT CHORUS