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Bruce Dickinson


Background information
Birth name Paul Bruce Dickinson
Born August 7, 1958
Born place Worksop, Nottinghamshire, England
Genre(s) Heavy Metal
Hard Rock
Progressive Rock
Years active 1976—present
Label(s) Sanctuary Records
EMI Group
Associated acts Iron Maiden
Samson
Tribe of Gypsies
Rise to Remain
Website Website



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Bruce Dickinson Album


Balls To Picasso (1994)
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(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,

. . .


(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


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(B. Dickinson/ Roy Z)

When I was younger I thought
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


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(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 thousand 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 of freedom is do what you like
There's a world gone crazy, cause it can't say no.

[Sample of George Bush:]
"What is it that produces the light?
What is it that makes these thousand points of light shine?
What is it that will make America a kinder and gentler nation?
Perhaps I should ask who, who is it?"

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 media lies
Had enough of your alibis


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(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


. . .


(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


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(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


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(B. Dickinson/ Roy Z/ E. Casillas)

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


. . .


(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


. . .


(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 power 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


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