Accident of Birth - Bruce Dickinson

Let him crave understanding Let him crave your wisdom Let him crave Let him need you Father, for the self-control I'm just a Judas, looking for a silver line And tomorrow is still a step behind Hey, hey, drama, I'd love to be a waste of your time Oh no, thanks so much for wasting mine So hear me out Let's hear it for the damaged Who understands but the broken? Developed in the arms of spite I'm all fucked up, and I make it look good Adrenaline sight tonight I'm overthrown I'm over your throne I'm over it Sick, sickened, I'm sickening, I'm stricken by the fist Blessed are the fires that have burned me Listen to this, the lesson is, never underestimate the agony Death of the fool, birth of the cruel Remember how you spent the best part of forever in a state of pure disease? It was another thing altogether to forget that you brought out the worst in me Hey, karma, you don't feel like I do You just wish you'd hate like I do We are the bitter, the maladjusted and wise Fighting off a generation too uptight We're all dressed up with nobody to kill The rhetoric stops tonight I'm overthrown I'm over your throne I'm over it Sick, sickened, I'm sickening, I'm stricken by the fist Blessed are the fires that have burned me Listen to this, the lesson is, never underestimate the agony Death of the fool, birth of the, birth of the cruel, yeah Now's not the time for denying Shifting the focus to scare Let's not forget we're all guilty All three dimensions polluted by earnest despair I'm overthrown I'm over your throne I'm overthrown I'm over your throne I'm over it Let him crave understanding Let him crave your wisdom Let him crave, let him be provoked Father, by self-control That he can see, look in the enemy in front of him Because cursed, not today, sucker Go back to Hell where you belong

This is the land of my birth I say this is the land of my birth I say this is jamaica, my jamaica, the land of my birth I will never leave her shores I will never run away I will always believe in the black, the green, the gold I say All nations greater by their trials We must face the test of time 'Cause our people they are strong, and we're goin' to get along Though some people say we poor, but the progress You make my friend is not always how rich you are I say this is the land of my birth I say this is the land of my birth I say this is jamaica, my jamaica, the land of my birth Let us stop for a minute, count our blessings one by one We should never be disloyal But stand up and keep strong My Jamaica is a beautiful Island She is the crown of the Caribbean sea And our people they are free, no oppression here to see With the prettiest women there be and the hills, And the plains and the rivers and the valleys always beckon to me I say this is the land of my birth I say this is the land of my birth I say this is jamaica, my Jamaica, the land of my birth Miss tourist, Mr tourist, leave your land and come Tarry here for a while, and I will bathe in the warm warm sun We will share a lot with you Our people they are true, they will want to be with you They will love, they will help, they will give If you wish my friend you can live You will be a happier one in the land of the rising sun I say this is the land of my birth I say this is the land of my birth I say this is Jamaica, my Jamaica, the land of my birth I say this is the land of my birth I say this is the land of my birth I say this is Jamaica, my Jamaica...

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 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... 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 They ain't watching you, they ain't watching you now They ain't watching you, they ain't watching you now They ain't watching you, they ain't watching you now They ain't watching you, they ain't watching you now Where are you going? What are you doing? Why are you looking at the cameras eye? Political sleazes, sexual divas We watch your heart beating through the cameras eye Where are you going? What are you doing? Why are you looking at the cameras eye? Political sleazes, sexual divas We watch your heart beating through the cameras eye

The farmhouse was overtaken By vine and the snake Hooked on phantom power The acres seemed to ache Pursued by floating rebels They'd take us, if they could I thought a spell of country living Would do my spirits good Emily Dickinson Won't you lay your hair down low? Staring out the windowpane There's so much more to know Emily Dickinson All buttoned down in Victoria-black Let's watch the white clouds run With the cool grass on our backs The door mouse was mistaken There was no quarter there The attic and the cellar Were but jaws of a bear The hunter was the quarry All tangled in the wood I thought a spell of country living Would do my spirits good Emily Dickinson Won't you lay your hair down low? Staring out the windowpane There's so much more to know Emily Dickinson All buttoned down in Victoria-black Let's watch the white clouds run With the cool grass on our backs Disembodied gentry Gathered by my door Your electrical habits Aren't welcome here anymore That day I left With a locket and glove Keepsakes lest I forget A woman by the name of Emily Dickinson Won't you lay your hair down low? Staring out the windowpane There's so much more to know Emily Dickinson All buttoned down in Victoria-black Let's watch the white clouds run With the cool grass on our backs Emily Dickinson Trade your lily for a rose Run to the valley Where the wild daisy grows Emily Dickinson Won't you lay your hair down low? Staring out the windowpane There's so much more to know