Trace your way back 50 years

To the glow of Dresden - blood and tears

In the black above by the cruel searchlight

Men will die and men will fight - yeah|

Who shot who and who fired first?

Dripping death to whet the bloodthirst

No radar lock on - skin and bone

The bomber boys are going home


Climb into the sky never wonder why - Tailgunner

You're a Tailgunner


Nail that fokker kill that son.

Gonna blow your guts out with my gun

The weather forecast's good for war

Cologne and Frankfurt? Have some more|

Tail end Charlie in the boiling sky

The Enola Gay was my last try

Now that this Tailgunner's gone

No more bombers (just one big bomb)



Holy Smoke


Believe in me - send us money

Died on the cross and that ain't funny

But my so called friends they're making me a joke

They missed out what I said like I never spoke

They choose what they wanna hear - they don't tell a lie

They just leave out the truth as they're watching you die

They're saving your souls by taking your money

Flies around shit, bees around honey


Holy Smoke Holy Smoke, plenty bad preachers for

The Devil to stoke

Feed'em in feet first this is no joke

This is thirsty work making Holy Smoke yeah

making Holy Smoke

Jimmy Reptile and all his friends

Say they gonna be with you at the end

Burning records burning books

Holy soldiers nazi looks

Crocodile smiles just wait a while

Till the TV queen gets her make-up clean

I've lived in filth I've lived in sin

And I still smell cleaner than the shit you're in

repeat chorus

Holy Smoke - smells good

They ain't religious but they ain't no fools

When Noah built his cadillac it was cool

Two by two they're still going down

And the satellite circus just left town

I think they're strange and when they're dead

They can have a Lincoln for their bed

Friend of the president trick of the tail

Now they ain't got a prayer 100 years in jail

repeat chorus

Holy Smoke - hah


No Prayer for the Dying


There are times when I've wondered

And times when I've cried

When my prayers they were answered

At times when I've lied

But if you asked me a question

Would I tell you truth

Now there's something to bet on

You've got nothing to lose

When i've sat by the window

And gazed at the rain

With an ache in my heart

But never feeling the pain

And if you would tell me

Just what my life means

Walking a long road

Never reaching the end

God give me the answer to my life

God give me the answer to my dreams

God give me the answer to my prayers

God give me the answer to my being

Public Enema Number One


When it all comes down the line

And the lights they turn to greed

And you race off with your tyres screaming

Rolling thunder

And the people choke with poison

Children cry in fear

But you've got your fast bullet

One way ticket outta here


Fall on your knees today

And pray the world will mend its ways

Get to your feet again

Refugees from the heartbreak and the pain

In the cities in the streets

There's a tension you can feel

Breaking strain is fast approaching

Guns and riots

Politicians gamble and lie to save their skins

And the press get fed the scapegoats

Public enema number one


A million network slaves

In an advertising new age

I don't need a crystal ball to sell ya

Your children have more brains

Than your drug infested remains

California dreaming as the earth dies screaming



Fates Warning


why is it some of us are destined to stay alive

and some of us are here just so that we'll die

how come the bullet hits the other guy

do we have to try and reason why


be it the devil or be it him

you can count on just one thing

when the time is up you'll know

not just one power runs the show

are we the lucky ones saved for another day

or they the lucky ones who are taken away

is it a hand on your shoulder from the lord above

or the devil himself come to give you a shove


a volcano erupts and sweeps a town away

a hurricane devastates the cities in its way

the grief and misery for the ones that are left behind

the worst is yet to come a hell to face mankind


The Assassin


Now the contracts out

They've put the word about

I'm coming after you

It's not the money I make

It's the thrill of the chase

And I'm coming after you

I watch your every move

Study the things you do

And the pattern of your ways

I watch the way you walk

I hear your telephone talk

I want to understand the way you think


Better watch out,cos I'm the assassin,

Better watch out,better watch out


I'm in a cold cold sweat

I taste the smell of death

I know the moment's getting closer

And as you walk to the light

I feel my hands go tight

Excitement running through my veins

I've got you in my sights

I've got you dead to rights

The triggers waiting for my finger

I feel adrenalin rush

It's just the final touch

You can kiss your arse goodbye



Run Silent,Run Deep


The convoy lights are dead ahead

The merchantmen lay in their bed

The thump of diesels hammers down

In the oily sea-the killing ground

His knuckles white his eyes alight

He slams the hatch on the deadly night

A cunning fox in the chickens lair

A hound of hell and the devil don't care


Runing silent,runing deep,we are your final prayer

Warriors in secret sleep,a merchantman's nightmare

A silent death lies awaiting,for all of you below

Running silent,running deep,sink into your silent sleep

Chill the hearts of fighting men

In open ocean wondering when?

The lethal silver fish will fly

The boat will shiver-men will die

A cast of millions-a part to play

Killer? victim? or fool for a day

Obeying an order-men have to die

Us or them - a well rehearsed lie


The lifeboats shattered the hull is torn

The tar black smell of burning oil

On the way down to davy jones

Every man for himself - you're on your own

The wolf eyes watch the crosswire

'Stern tubes ready','aim and fire|'

They can pin some medal on your chest

But in two more weeks - dead like the rest


Hooks In You


I got the keys to view at number 22

Behind my green door there's nothing to see

Stone cold sober and sitting in silence,laid

Back and looking for symphaty

I like a girl who knows where she's bound

I don't like girls who've been hanging around


Hooks in you,hooks in me,hooks in the ceiling

For that well hung feeling

No big deal,no big sin,strung up on love I

Got the hooks screwed in


She's tied up she can't come to the phone

You must have got your wires crossed cos she ain't home

Knock on wood - you know I like that sound

She never could keep her feet on the ground


Right on the money got it wrapped up tight

New ideas for the decor tonight

Gonna make this house a preservation zone

Gonna set her in concrete set her up on her own


Bring Your Daughter... ...To The



honey its getting close to midnight

and all the myths are in town

true love and lipstick on your linen

bite the pillow make no sound

if there's some living to be done

before your life becomes your tomb

you'd better know that i'm the one

so unchain your back door invite me around

honey its getting close to daybreadk

the sun is creeping in the sky

no patent remedies for heartache

just empty words and humble pie

so get down on your kneees honey

assume an attitude

you just pray that i'll be waiting

cos you know i'm coming soon

so pick up your foolish pride,no going back

no where,no way,no place to hide

bring your daughter,bring your daughter to the slaughter

let her go,let her go,let her go


Mother Russia


Mother Russia how are you sleeping

Middle winter cold winds blow

From the trees the snowflakes drifting

Swirling round like ghosts in the snow

Mother Russia poetry majestic

Tells the time of a great empire

Turning round the old man ponders

Reminiscing an age gone by

Mother Russia

Dance of the tsars

Hold up your heads

Be proud of what you are

Now it has come

Freedom at last

Turning the tides of history

And your past

Mother Russia

Dance of the tsars

Hold up your heads

Remember who you are

Can you release

The anger the grief

Can you be happy

Now your people are free