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NO PRAYER FOR THE DYING (1990) 
 
 
 
LineUp : 
 
Chant : Bruce Dickinson 
Basse : Steve Harris 
Guitare : Dave Murray 
Guitare : Janick Gers 
Batterie : Nicko McBrain 
 
 
Chansons  
 
1. Tail Gunner (Harris-Dickinson) 
 
Trace your way back 50 years 
To the glow of Dresden - blood and tears 
In the black above my 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 - Tail Gunner 
You’re the Tail Gunner 
Climb into the sky, never wonder why - Tail Gunner 
You’re the Tail Gunner 
Climb into the sky, never wonder why - Tail Gunner 
You’re the Tail Gunner 
Climb into the sky, never wonder why - Tail Gunner 
You’re the Tail Gunner 
 
Nail that Fokker, kill that son, 
Gonna blow your guts out with my gun, 
The weather forecasts 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 Tail Gunner’s gone, 
No more Bombers (just one big bomb) 
 
Climb into the sky, never wonder why - Tail Gunner 
You’re the Tail Gunner 
Climb into the sky, never wonder why - Tail Gunner 
You’re the Tail Gunner 
Climb into the sky, never wonder why - Tail Gunner 
You’re the Tail Gunner 
Climb into the sky, never wonder why - Tail Gunner 
You’re the Tail Gunner 
 
 
2. Holy Smoke (Harris-Dickinson) 
 
Le single ci-dessous contient aussi All In Your Mind
 
 
 
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 
Saving your soul by taking your money 
Flies round 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 
Making Holy Smoke 
 
Jimmy Reptile and all his friends 
Say their gonna be with you at the end 
Burning records, burning books 
Holy soldiers, Nazi looks 
Crocodile smiles, just wait a while 
Til the TV Queen gets her make up clean 
I've lived in sin 
And I still smell cleaner than the shit you're in 
 
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 
 
 
3. No Prayer For The Dying (Harris)  
 
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 the 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 the answer to my being 
 
 
4. Public Enema Number One (Murray-Dickinson) 
 
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 it’s 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 
 
Fall on your knees today 
And pray the world will mend it’s ways 
Get to your feet again 
Refugees from the heartbreak and the pain 
 
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 
 
Fall on your knees today 
And pray the world will mend it’s ways 
Get to your feet again 
Refugees from the heartbreak 
Fall on your knees today 
And pray the world will mend it’s ways 
Get to your feet again 
Refugees from the heartbreak and the pain 
 
 
5. Fates Warning (Murray-Harris) 
 
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 luck 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? 
 
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 
 
A volcano erupts and sweeps a town away 
A hurricane devastates the cities in it’s way 
The grief and misery for the ones that are left behind 
The worst is yet to come; a hell to face mankind 
 
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 
 
 
6. The Assassin (Harris) 
 
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, cos I’m the Assassin 
Better watch out, better watch out 
Better watch out, cos I’m the Assassin, cos I’m the Assassin 
Better watch out, better watch out 
Assassin, Assassin, Assassin, Assassin 
 
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 trigger’s waiting for my finger 
 
I feel adrenalin rush 
It’s just the final touch 
You can kiss your arse goodbye 
 
Better watch out, cos I’m the Assassin, cos I’m the ASsassin 
Better watch out, better watch out 
Better watch out, cos I’m the Assassin, cos I’m the Assassin 
Better watch out, better watch out 
Assassin 
 
 
7. Run Silent Run Deep (Harris) 
 
The convoy lights are dead ahead 
The Merchantmen lay in their bed 
The thump of diesels hammer down 
In the oily sea - the killing ground 
Knuckles white, eyes alight 
He slams the hatch on the deadly night 
A cunning fox in the chicken’s lair 
A hound of hell, and the devil don’t care 
 
Running silent, Running deep, we are your final prayer 
Warriors in secret sleep, a merchantman’s nightmare 
A silent death lies waiting for all of you below 
Running silent, Running deep, sink into your final sleep 
 
Chill the hearts of fighting men 
In open ocean wondering when? 
The lethal silver fish will fly 
This 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 
 
Running silent, Running deep, we are your final prayer 
Warriors in secret sleep, a merchantman’s nightmare 
A silent death lies waiting for all of you below 
Running silent, Running deep, sink into your final sleep 
 
The lifeboat’s 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 
 
Running silent, Running deep, we are your final prayer 
Warriors in secret sleep, a merchantman’s nightmare 
A silent death lies waiting for all of you below 
Running silent, Running deep, sink into your final sleep 
 
Running silent, Running deep, we are your final prayer 
Warriors in secret sleep, a merchantman’s nightmare 
 
 
8. Hooks In You (Dickinson-Smith)  
 
I got the keys to view at number 22 
Behind my Green door, there’s nothing to see 
Ain’t that a feature, what kind of creature 
Would hang around waiting for a guy like me? 
Stone cold sober and sitting in silence, laid 
Back and looking for sympathy 
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 
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 
 
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 
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 
 
Hooks in you, I’ve got those hooks in you, Hooks in you, in you 
Hooks in you , I’ve got those hooks in you 
Hooks in you, in you 
 
Right on the money, got it wrapped up tight 
Like new ideas for the decor tonight 
Gonna make this house a preservation zone 
Gonna set her in concrete, set up on her own 
 
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 
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 
 
Hooks in you, I’ve got those hooks in you, hooks in you 
I’ve got those hooks in you, 
Hooks in you, I’ve got those hooks in you 
 
 
9. Bring Your Daughter .... To The Slaughter (Dickinson) 
 
Le single ci-dessous contient aussi I'm A Mover
 
 
 
Honey, it’s getting close to midnight 
And all the myths are still 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, and invite me around 
 
Bring your daughter, bring your daughter to the slaughter 
Let her go, let her go, let her go 
Bring your daughter, bring your daughter to the slaughter 
Let her go, let her go, let her go. Let her go 
 
Honey, it’s getting close to daybreak 
The sun is creeping in the sky 
No patent remedies for heartache 
Just empty words and humble pie 
So get down on your knees honey 
Assume an attitude 
You just pray that I’ll be waiting 
Cos you know I’m coming soon 
 
Bring your daughter, bring your daughter to the slaughter 
Let her go, let her go, let her go 
Bring your daughter, bring your daughter to the slaughter 
Let her go, let her go, let her go 
 
So pick up your foolish pride, no going back 
No where, no way, no place to hide 
 
Bring me your daughter, Bring me your daughter, Bring me your daughter 
Bring me your daughter, Bring me your daughter, Bring me your daughter 
To the slaughter 
Bring me your daughter, Fetch your daughter, Bring me you Daughter 
Fetch your daughter, Bring me your daughter, Fetch your daughter 
To the slaughter 
 
 
10. Mother Russia (Harris) 
 
Mother Russia, how are you sleeping 
Middle winter cold winds blow 
From 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 

(c) benoit thunis - Créé à l'aide de Populus.
Modifié en dernier lieu le 25.11.2002