Bruce Dickinson - Tattooed millionaire

Tekst :

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.

He s 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 gaurds, Porn Stars, Gold credit cards.
Using each other. Running for cover.

[CHORUS.]

Inne utwory

  • King in crimson
  • Killing floor
  • No way out
  • Chemical wedding
  • Laughting in the hiding bush
  • Trumpets of Jericho
  • Shoot all the clowns
  • Zulu lulu
  • Bring your taughter to the slaughter
  • Faith
  • Devil on a hog
  • Arc of space
  • Lickin the gun
  • The alchemist
  • Inside the machine
  • The ghost of cain
  • The road to hell

    • Losowe utwory

    Merseybeast

    VERSE 1
    I went down to the fishing hole, with a line and a pole
    The ice gave way and I fell in, the police went to inform my next of kin
    But I didn t drown I held my breath, I figured that I d fake...

    Devotion

    The sun is rising on you
    A billion dreams just drift away
    Above the stars are fading
    A billion memories start today
    Every day

    Into my dreams, comes a vision of the light
    I hear her voice, on my journey through the night

    The sound is calling to...

    Boring life

    You re like kissing lipstick.
    You re pasty, warm, and dry.
    You re boring.
    You bore me.
    You re such a boring guy.

    At first I kind of liked it..
    The way it oozed out of your mouth..
    Then there was more...

    Fridays child

    Friday s child.....Hard luck is her brother
    Friday s child.....Her sister s misery
    Friday s child.....Her daddy they call hard times
    Friday s child.....That s me

    Friday s child.....Born a little ugly
    Friday s child.... Good looks passed her by..oh
    Friday s child.....Makes something look like nothing
    Friday s...

    Nothing else

    There s plastic on your living room furniture then there s that brand new black sports car you never drive you say i make love look easy and that s cuz it is when you get down to it, there s really nothing else

    you got that shiny...