BALLS TO PICASSO CYCLOPS 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 camera's eye? Where are you staying? Why are you leaving? We watch you breathing through the camera's 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. They ain't watching you, they ain't watching you now. They ain't watching you, they ain't watching you now. Why are you going? What are you doing? Why are you looking at the camera's eye? Political sleazes, sexual divas; we watch your heart beat through the camera's eye. HELL NO 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. # 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... * Hell ... Hell No... Oh where do we belong? In this place, where we fight, oh where 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... #/* Screaming Hell... Hell No... Oh where do we belong? In this place where we fight, oh where do we belong? In this place where we fight... oh where do we belong? If you can't really say what you don't really know, what you can't really say screaming out Hell No, shouting out Hell No. Oh his knees shouting Hell No, defiant as Hell No. On the street singing Hell No, still looking for Hell No, on his knees Hell No. Still shouting out Hell No, screaming Hell No. GODS OF WAR When I was younger I thought that to kill or be killed was a thing to be proud of, victim of chance, prisoner of hope, hanged by rope, I don't know... I don't care. * Oh, one of the damned... Uh oh... Part of the plan. Chorus: Cry oh oh oh... The gods of war, they howl and cry for more. (2 times) Now taking both times at a time, on the front line, you can doin in the fear, share in the bloodshed, investing your money in guns, the infinite fun of the warlord you saved from a rusty grave. 1000 POINTS OF LIGHT 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 a mother and give her back her son. Hey, what kind of freedom is bought with a gun?.. People like to build their own prison walls when they're afraid to look inside a... * 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... Politicial speeches, they're lying in the mud, nothing else matters but money and blood. Tyrany of freedom is do what you like. There's a world gone crazy, 'cos it can't say no. LAUGHING IN THE HIDING BUSH There's a sinister game that children play... hey... hey... When they get to the end of each school day... ha... ha They spend their lives, getting ready for the kill. * Laughing in the hiding bush - the joker is back. (2 times) 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 a laughing attack. He's wild in the pack... The joker is back. CHANGE OF HEART Here I sit, alone, at a window. The rain falls down on the glass. 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 there watching your tears as they fall to the ground. * You, you're walking away, you couldn't stay. You need a change of heart. (2 times) Tears are bare - the earth is hard. I wait, for winter - soft winter and snow. SHOOT ALL THE CLOWNS 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. * 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 paver, I'm anything you wanna be if I can get your sympathy. Welcome to the circus, hey, gather round. 2 sides of life, 2 sides of fun, the one who does it and the one who gets done. FIRE Always let you down, 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... 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 glass. 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... SACRED COWBOYS With a 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 the 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 sun gluttony won't set you free (but Berty Ford can help you try). You can get all the things you never needed. You can sell people crap and make them eat it. Where is our John Wayne? Where's our sacred cowboys now? Where are the indians on the hill? There's no indians left to kill. People die with oxygen and all afford a breath - people starving 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 up the back door... TEARS OF THE DRAGON 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 a 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 ice 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. Chorus. Slowly I awake, slowly I rise, the walls I built are crumbling, the water is moving, I'm slipping away... Chorus. Bruce Dickinson - vocals Musicians: (Tribe Of Gypsies) Roy Z - all guitars Eddie Casillas - bass Dave Ingraham - drums Doug Van Booven - percussion Special thanks to the other 2 Tribes Mario Aguilar & Dean Ortega for lending me the band and for playing and singing on "Shoot All The Clowns" drums on "Tears Of The Dragon" - Dickie Fliszar from SKIN Produced & mixed by Shay Baby at Metropolis Studios - Chiswick, London "Inspired by Number 6" All tracks written by B. Dickinson & Roy Z except track 5 B. Dickinson/Roy Z./A. Dickinson, track 8 - B. Dickinson/Roy Z/E. Casillas, track 10 - B. Dickinson. c 1994 Duellist Enterprises Ltd. under exclusive license to Polygram Records, Inc.