The Bruce Dickinson Wellbeing Network

Tattooed Millionaire (1990)

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

Oh, 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
He's going to scorch the earth
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
(x2)

You've gotta be a hero, for one last time
To prove through your destruction
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
The 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

SOLO

REPEAT CHORUS

Ride on, ride on, ride on, yeah
Ride on, ride on, ride on, yeah
Ride on, ride into history

Ride on, ride on, your bleeding heart
Ride on, ride on, you play no part
Ride on, you feel no pity
Ride on, you feel no pain

Ride into history


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
(x2)

He 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

You and all your entourage to me your all the same
You and all your entourage playing foolish games

REPEAT CHORUS

SOLO

REPEAT CHORUS (1,5 times)


Born in 58

(B. Dickinson/ J. Gers)
On and on

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 sceptred isle, is nothing sacred
Just the one square mile

CHORUS:
Justice and liberty, you can buy but 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 trouble
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
On and on and on

SOLO

REPEAT CHORUS
(x2)

On and On, we slept till dawn
When we awoke it was all the same


Hell on wheels

(B. Dickinson/ J. Gers)
Devil's driving down the track
Hell on wheels and it won't turn back
Engine racing down a one way street
Speedo 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
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

REPEAT CHORUS

Something's driving me, I don't know where
Something down in my cellar somewhere
No one waiting for me down the line
No one waiting for me this time
Check it out

SOLO

REPEAT 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 blowing' fast
Into the blackness, into the night
Out of the tunnel, into the light
Red for danger, just for show
Climb aboard, come as you go

REPEAT CHORUS

Hard to steer, yes it's hard to steer
Lord, hard to steer when the devil's driving
Come on, hard to steer, yes it's hard to steer
Hard to steer when the devil's driving


Gypsy road

(B. Dickinson/ J. Gers)
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 privilege
Talk about your freedom, I'll take you where I think it is

CHORUS:
Gypsy road, it's the highway that I run to
Gypsy road, welcome to your dreams
Gypsy road, it's the highway that I run to
Gypsy road, 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 freedom, dream a little every day
Suddenly you'll find yourself there
Follow me, walk this way

REPEAT CHORUS

SOLO

Gypsy road, it's the highway that I run to
Gypsy road, welcome to your dreams
Gypsy road, it's the highway that I run to
Gypsy road, welcome to your dreams
Gypsy road, it's the highway that I run to
Gypsy road, welcome to your dreams
Gypsy road, it's the highway that I run to
Gypsy road, welcome to your dreams

I'll find my dreams, you find yours too


Dive! Dive! Dive!

(B. Dickinson/ J. Gers)
[spoken]
Frankly, Seaman Staines
I don't give a damn

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 till you're deep down inside

Davy Jones gonna keep your bones
No monkey business, 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
She rounded the horn came up from below

Gonna blow you midships, gonna dive tonight
There's no release till your deep down inside

REPEAT CHORUS

SOLO

Come on, come on

REPEAT CHORUS

Dive, dive, dive, sinking slow
Dive, dive, dive, sinking deep
Dive, dive, dive
No muff too tuff
We dive at five

[Spoken]
Seaman staines, consider yourself discharged


All the young dudes

(D. Bowie)
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
Oh man, 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
Boogaloo dudes, carry the news

Well, Billy's looking sweat, cause he dresses like a queen
But he can kick like a mule, it's a real mean team
But we can love, oh 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 a lot of wine and I'm feeling fine
I'm gonna race some cat to bed
Oh man, is this concrete all around or is it in my head
Brother, I'm a dude now

REPEAT CHORUS (fade out)


Lickin' the gun

(B. Dickinson/ J. Gers)
[Spoken]
Eat lead, you scum sucking...

Licking the gun

CHORUS:
Licking the gun, licking the hand that feeds you
Licking the gun, finger licking fun
Licking the gun, licking the hand that feeds you
Licking the fun, finger licking 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
Sticker if it rhymes with truck
When the law suiys fly, I guess I'll duck

REPEAT 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
Crazy men with Russian guns, my words never killed anyone
Kissing Baby's, licking the gun
Ain't political, just having fun

REPEAT CHORUS

Lick it

Lick it

SOLO

Eat it up, lay down and die
They'll shoot you up and they don't know why
They're doing a job and they enjoy it too
They're 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

REPEAT CHORUS (x2)

Lick that gun, lick that, lick that, lick that gun, yeah
Lick that gun, gonna lick it all, lick it all
Lick that gun, yeah


Zulu Lulu

(B. Dickinson/ J. Gers)
She fixed me in the corner with that beautiful brown eye
She said "I'd like to meet you", I was so surprised
"Well, what can I do for you?" "What can you do for me?"
We made for the exit, had to wait and see
"I hope I'm not wasting your precious time
I no your not wasting mine"
We came together over coffee with milk
She never stopped till every drop was spilled

CHORUS: 
She was a Zulu Lulu
Broke my back and my heart at the same time
It was nice
Just a Zulu Lulu
I had to move on, when I came back she'd gone, gone, gone

She dropped to her knees, I guess she had religion
She lived with her mother, had been a good girl twice
When I asked her to comment on her present position
She said she'd like to take a late preachers advise
"I ain't looking for sympathy
But prayers for the wicked are kinda nice"
She said "I don't like to preach to the converted"
I said "You could be a good girl more than twice"
Like this

REPEAT CHORUS

Gone, gone, gone, gone away somewhere

SOLO

"I ain't looking for sympathy
But prayers for the wicked are always nice"
She looked me up and down and said "Assegai for me"
I began to see God, she said
"Wait and see babe, wait and see babe, wait and see babe
Wait, wait, I'm coming

REPEAT CHORUS

She was a Zulu Lulu
She broke my back and my heart at the same time
Honey, well
Just a Zulu Lulu
I had to move on, when I came back she'd gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone


No lies

(B. Dickinson)
No lies, no angels
No lies, no angels
No lies, no angels
No lies, no angels
No heaven, no heaven, no lies

CHORUS:
No lies, no angels, no heaven
No lies, no angels, no heaven

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

REPEAT CHORUS

Where the money mends wallets bleed
Where the fat cat sinners fill their needs
Where the vicar 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 saddle on a rented machine
Hang on loosely, part of the scene

REPEAT CHORUS (x2)

SOLO

REPEAT CHORUS (x3)