Number of Lyrics in Album : 10
By Bruce Dickinson, You can sail in the desert with a ship of
By Bruce Dickinson, Here I sit, alone in a window
The rain falls down
By Bruce Dickinson, We all have secret lives, in our secret rooms
Living in
By Bruce Dickinson, Always let you down, always fooled around
Always stealing your own
By Bruce Dickinson, When I was younger I thought, that to kill
or be
By Bruce Dickinson, There’s a secret that we all share
In the darkest hours
By Bruce Dickinson, There’s a sinister game that children play, hey hey hey
By Bruce Dickinson, With a sense of irony everyone you see is chasing
By Bruce Dickinson, Shoot, shoot, shoot all the clowns
Shoot, shoot, shoot all the
By Bruce Dickinson, For too long now, there were secrets in my mind
For
