Tears of the Dragon (Live at the Marquee) - Bruce Dickinson

She was a ballerina on a subway train. Stiletto heels and a candy cane. Looked like a number on a station wall, Hot on the tail of a social call. I wet my lips I thought I had it made. Like Valentino with a hand grenade. I made my move with my libido on. She circled once and then she dropped the bomb. She got the big guns, Pointed at my heart, Bang bang shooting like a firing squad. Big guns, She blew me away And I went down in flames I met a sidewalk preacher on a roller skate. He said he had the key to heaven's gate. I said: "I'll wait for the movie 'cause I been there before" And learned: like is a battle and love is war She got the big guns, Pointed at my heart, Bang bang shooting like a firing squad Big guns, Took me by surprise, She got my lovin' reachin' for the sky. She got the big guns, Pointed at my heart, Bang bang shooting like a firing squad, Big guns, She blew me away, And I went down in flames. I'm doing time as a back seat Romeo. Play solitaire with my hands in the air, Another night and no bullets to spare. She got the big guns, Pointed at my heart, Bang bang shooting like a firing squad. Big guns, Took me by surprise, She got my lovin' reachin' for the sky. She got the big guns, Pointed at my heart, Bang bang shooting like a firing squad. Big guns, She blew me away, And I went down in flames. Big guns, big guns Big guns, she blew me away And I went down in flames. Big guns, big guns She really really got the big guns. She shot me, and I went down in flames.

We carried you in our arms on Independence Day And now you'd throw us all aside and put us all away Oh, what dear daughter 'neath the sun could treat a father so? To wait upon him hand and foot and always tell him "No" Tears of rage, tears of grief Why must I always be the thief? Come to me now, you know we're so alone And life is brief It was all very painless When you went out to receive All that false instruction Which we never could believe And now the heart is filled with gold As if it was a purse But, oh, what kind of love is this Which goes from bad to worse? Tears of rage, tears of grief Why must I always be the thief? Come to me now, you know we're so alone And life is brief We pointed you the way to go And scratched your name in sand Though you just thought it was nothing more Than a place for you to stand I want you to know that while we watched You discovered no one would be true That I myself was among The ones who thought It was just a childish thing to do Tears of rage, tears of grief Why must I always be the thief? Come to me now, you know we're so alone And life is brief

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