Number of Lyrics in Album : 10
By Bruce Dickinson, Well billy rapped all night about his suicide
Said he'd kick
By Bruce Dickinson, On…and on
Born in a mining town in ‘58
When black and
By Bruce Dickinson, (Frankly Seaman Staines, I don’t give a damn)
Put an opening
By Bruce Dickinson, Living in the city can be a cold and lonely
By Bruce Dickinson, Devil's driving down the track
Helens wheels they won't turn back
Engine
By Bruce Dickinson, (Eat lead, you scum sucking…)
Lickin' the gun, yeah, yeah
Lickin' the
By Bruce Dickinson, No lies, no angels
No lies, no angels
No lies, no angels
No
By Bruce Dickinson, Holy was the preacher
Riding on his rig of steel in
By Bruce Dickinson, Tattooed boys with expensive toys.
Living in a bubble of sin.
Money
By Bruce Dickinson, She fixed me in the corner with that beautiful brown
