Road to Hell - Bruce Dickinson

Yeah, our story goes He went down to the crossroads He sat down and kept his eyes closed Well, everyone has a price, child And what it cost him Was his soul You think you're getting away No escape from the deal you made You walked right into his plan Run as fast as you think you can Back from wherever you came Call the devil by any name Oh no, now who do you blame? Should have listened to what I say What I say, what I say, yeah I don't know if I'll be coming home again, home again No, I don't know if I'll be coming home It's a long road to hell without no soul Just when you think you're getting away No escape from the deal you made You walked right into his plan Run as fast as you think you can Back from wherever you came Call the devil by any name Oh no, now who do you blame? Should have listened to what I say What I say, what I say, yeah Let me tell you, it's a hard road to hell without no soul

A'ight It's an old song It's an old tale from way back when It's an old song And that is how it ends That's how it goes Don't ask why, brother, don't ask how He could have come so close The song was written long ago And that is how it goes It's a sad song It's a sad tale, it's a tragedy It's a sad song But we sing it anyway Cause here's the thing To know how it ends And still begin to sing it again As if it might turn out this time I learned that from a friend of mine See, Orpheus was a poor boy Anybody got a match? But he had a gift to give Gimme that He could make you see how the world could be In spite of the way that it is Can you see it? Can you hear it? Can you feel it like a train? Is it coming? Is it coming this way? On a sunny day, there was a railroad car And a lady steppin' off a train Everybody looked and everybody saw That spring had come again With a love song With a love song With a love song With a tale of a love from long ago It's a sad song It's a sad song But we keep singin' even so It's an old song It's an old song It's an old tale from way back when And we're gonna sing it again and again We're gonna sing, we're gonna sing It's a love song It's a tale of a love from long again It's a sad song We keep singing even so It's an old song It's an old tale from way back when And we're gonna sing it again and again

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