Tattooed Millionaire (1990)
Son of a gun
(B. Dickinson/ J. Gers)Holy was the preacher Riding on his rig of steel in the rising sun This was no grim reaper But a man with a smile who took a pride in a job well done Oh, in a blood red sunrise He's preaching conversion as you lay down and die Just a god given holy roller In a god forsaken land He didn't choose this killing ground He didn't want this scrap of land He's going to scorch the earth and make the rivers run dry Until we learn to hate like him Kill for killing', live to die CHORUS: Ride on you son of a gun Ride on, ride into the setting sun Ride on you son of a gun (x2) You've gotta be a hero, for one last time To prove through your destruction killing is a great way of life There's a wooden cross somewhere Where they'll bury you down deep You lie to your people, You lie to yourself Your in love with death, babe You've got no shame REPEAT CHORUS The preacher laughed, the preacher cried He loaded bullets as he smiled The congregation sat and wondered Would they live or would they die Just an ordinary man, with his orders and his plans In the shadows of a cross Oh, in a blood red sunrise Take me to Jesus with Judas my guide SOLO REPEAT CHORUS Ride on, ride on, ride on, yeah Ride on, ride on, ride on, yeah Ride on, ride into history Ride on, ride on, your bleeding heart Ride on, ride on, you play no part Ride on, you feel no pity Ride on, you feel no pain Ride into history
Tattooed millionaire
(B. Dickinson/ J. Gers)Tattooed boys with expensive toys Living in a bubble of sin Money can buy you most of anything Fix your nose or the mess your in Front page news you can share your views With a population that wants to be like you Out on the strip, out on the tiles Same old greed behind the PR smiles You and all your entourage to me your all the same You and all your entourage playing foolish games CHORUS: I don't want your big city shining I don't want your silver lining I don't wanna be a tattooed millionaire (x2) He got a wife, she ain't no brain child Ex mud queen of Miami In his stretch Cadillac, he keeps her in the back With his CD player and his bottle of Jack LA dude, LA attitude Laid back, selfish and getting fat Body guards, porn Stars, gold credit cards Using each other, running for cover You and all your entourage to me your all the same You and all your entourage playing foolish games REPEAT CHORUS SOLO REPEAT CHORUS (1,5 times)
Born in 58
(B. Dickinson/ J. Gers)On and on Born in a mining town in '58 when black and white TV was up to date And men where still around who fought for freedom, stood their ground and died That I could be alive and see the damage that we've managed since In this sceptred isle, is nothing sacred Just the one square mile CHORUS: Justice and liberty, you can buy but you don't get free In a world of steel and glass we bury our past On and On, we slept till dawn When we awoke we hardly spoke My grandfather taught me how to fight old fashioned stuff like wrong and right But all around I see his morals buried in a mess of money trouble Born in a mining town in '58 when black and white TV was up to date And men where still around Who fought for freedom, stood their ground and died REPEAT CHORUS On and On, we slept till dawn On and on and on SOLO REPEAT CHORUS (x2) On and On, we slept till dawn When we awoke it was all the same
Hell on wheels
(B. Dickinson/ J. Gers)Devil's driving down the track Hell on wheels and it won't turn back Engine racing down a one way street Speedo chasing in a red line heat Into the blackness, into the night Out of the tunnel, into the light Red for danger, that's just for show Climb aboard, come as you go CHORUS: Hard to steer when the devil's driving Helens' wheels and the brake's won't hold Hard to steer when the devil's driving Hell on wheels and the brake's won't hold Too smart to come, she just arrived Only gave her one but she's using five Minutes of time in the usual place If I was strapped in you could sit on my place The door's were locked, the windows sealed Hitting me with the jack was the devil's deal Blue light flashing as the lipstick smudge Diving for cover in a tunnel of glove REPEAT CHORUS Something's driving me, I don't know where Something down in my cellar somewhere No one waiting for me down the line No one waiting for me this time Check it out SOLO REPEAT CHORUS Knuckle Down, stick Shift, take it slow Easy come means easy go Lay off the gas, make it last Cuz under my hood she's blowing' fast Into the blackness, into the night Out of the tunnel, into the light Red for danger, just for show Climb aboard, come as you go REPEAT CHORUS Hard to steer, yes it's hard to steer Lord, hard to steer when the devil's driving Come on, hard to steer, yes it's hard to steer Hard to steer when the devil's driving
Gypsy road
(B. Dickinson/ J. Gers)Living in the city can be a cold and lonely place to be Living in the shadows where there is no sun there is no breeze Drinking stale water, having to pay for the privilege Talk about your freedom, I'll take you where I think it is CHORUS: Gypsy road, it's the highway that I run to Gypsy road, welcome to your dreams Gypsy road, it's the highway that I run to Gypsy road, oh, gypsy road Living by my own rules, a rebel yell and a rebel creed Keep your life simple, try not to take what you don't need Think about freedom, dream a little every day Suddenly you'll find yourself there Follow me, walk this way REPEAT CHORUS SOLO Gypsy road, it's the highway that I run to Gypsy road, welcome to your dreams Gypsy road, it's the highway that I run to Gypsy road, welcome to your dreams Gypsy road, it's the highway that I run to Gypsy road, welcome to your dreams Gypsy road, it's the highway that I run to Gypsy road, welcome to your dreams I'll find my dreams, you find yours too
Dive! Dive! Dive!
(B. Dickinson/ J. Gers)
[spoken]
Frankly, Seaman Staines
I don't give a damn
Put and opening shot across your bows
Got tunnel vision, pull the sheets in now
Let 'em flap, let 'em rip
This man-of-war gonna sink your ship
Gonna blow you midships, gonna dive tonight
There's no release till you're deep down inside
Davy Jones gonna keep your bones
No monkey business, now your on your own
Turn your stern and cover me
We're rolling swell, just an old sea dog like me
Gonna blow you midships, gonna dive tonight
There's no release till your deep down inside
CHORUS:
Dive, dive, dive
Dive, dive, dive
Dive, dive, dive
No muff too tuff
We dive at five
Seamen Staines is down below
Torpedoes loaded, he's ready to go
Wait to discharge, waiting to release
She rounded the horn came up from below
Gonna blow you midships, gonna dive tonight
There's no release till your deep down inside
REPEAT CHORUS
SOLO
Come on, come on
REPEAT CHORUS
Dive, dive, dive, sinking slow
Dive, dive, dive, sinking deep
Dive, dive, dive
No muff too tuff
We dive at five
[Spoken]
Seaman staines, consider yourself discharged
All the young dudes
(D. Bowie)Well, Billy rapped all night about his suicide Said he could kick it in the head when he was 25 Speed jive, don't wanna stay alive when your 25 And Wendy's stealing clothes from Marks And Sparks And Freddie's got spots from ripping of the stars from his face, funky little boat race The television man is crazy Saying we're juvenile delequent wrecks Oh man, I need TV when I got T-Rex? Oh, brother you guessed I'm a dude now CHORUS: All the young dudes, carry the news Boogaloo dudes, carry the news Well, Billy's looking sweat, cause he dresses like a queen But he can kick like a mule, it's a real mean team But we can love, oh yes, we can love And my father's back at home with his Beatles and his Stones He never got it off with that revolution stuff What a drag, too many snags Well, I drunk a lot of wine and I'm feeling fine I'm gonna race some cat to bed Oh man, is this concrete all around or is it in my head Brother, I'm a dude now REPEAT CHORUS (fade out)
Lickin' the gun
(B. Dickinson/ J. Gers)[Spoken] Eat lead, you scum sucking... Licking the gun CHORUS: Licking the gun, licking the hand that feeds you Licking the gun, finger licking fun Licking the gun, licking the hand that feeds you Licking the fun, finger licking fun Senator husband going for broke I've gotta prove I'm not a joke We smoked the stuff in '69 Now it's different, it's a crime Kid's today don't understand, kid's today need a guiding hand Sticker if it rhymes with truck When the law suiys fly, I guess I'll duck REPEAT CHORUS Watch religion come and go, watch corruption on their shows Buy your silence, money for blood Out of the ark and into the flood Crazy men with Russian guns, my words never killed anyone Kissing Baby's, licking the gun Ain't political, just having fun REPEAT CHORUS Lick it Lick it SOLO Eat it up, lay down and die They'll shoot you up and they don't know why They're doing a job and they enjoy it too They're protecting us from me and you We smoked the stuff in '69 Now it's different, it's a crime I don't care to wait and see If I'm cool enough to make history REPEAT CHORUS (x2) Lick that gun, lick that, lick that, lick that gun, yeah Lick that gun, gonna lick it all, lick it all Lick that gun, yeah
Zulu Lulu
(B. Dickinson/ J. Gers)She fixed me in the corner with that beautiful brown eye She said "I'd like to meet you", I was so surprised "Well, what can I do for you?" "What can you do for me?" We made for the exit, had to wait and see "I hope I'm not wasting your precious time I no your not wasting mine" We came together over coffee with milk She never stopped till every drop was spilled CHORUS: She was a Zulu Lulu Broke my back and my heart at the same time It was nice Just a Zulu Lulu I had to move on, when I came back she'd gone, gone, gone She dropped to her knees, I guess she had religion She lived with her mother, had been a good girl twice When I asked her to comment on her present position She said she'd like to take a late preachers advise "I ain't looking for sympathy But prayers for the wicked are kinda nice" She said "I don't like to preach to the converted" I said "You could be a good girl more than twice" Like this REPEAT CHORUS Gone, gone, gone, gone away somewhere SOLO "I ain't looking for sympathy But prayers for the wicked are always nice" She looked me up and down and said "Assegai for me" I began to see God, she said "Wait and see babe, wait and see babe, wait and see babe Wait, wait, I'm coming REPEAT CHORUS She was a Zulu Lulu She broke my back and my heart at the same time Honey, well Just a Zulu Lulu I had to move on, when I came back she'd gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone
No lies
(B. Dickinson)No lies, no angels No lies, no angels No lies, no angels No lies, no angels No heaven, no heaven, no lies CHORUS: No lies, no angels, no heaven No lies, no angels, no heaven Waiting on a corner on a red light street Were the dealers and the junkies and the graveyards meet By the light of a street light moon If you hang around here, babe, your leaving soon On the run from the country, from the law Well, here's a safe place behind every front door Wanna wonder where the guidebook doesn't go Watching the windows, part of the side show REPEAT CHORUS Where the money mends wallets bleed Where the fat cat sinners fill their needs Where the vicar goes for his sins Where the stick up artists get stuck in Look around here it's no big deal For an ounce of pleasure or a five minute feel Riding side saddle on a rented machine Hang on loosely, part of the scene REPEAT CHORUS (x2) SOLO REPEAT CHORUS (x3)