No Prayer for the Dying
Album - 1 ottobre 1990 - Debaser id 12588

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 shoot who and who fired first?
Dripping death to wet the bloodthirst
No radar lock on - skin and bone
The bomber boys are going home

Chours:
Climb into the sky never wonder why - Tailgunner
you're a tailgunner
Climb into the sky never wonder why - Tailgunner
you're a tailgunner
Climb into the sky never wonder why - Tailgunner
you're a tailgunner
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
Colonge and Frankfurt? Have some more!
Tail end Charlie in the boiling sky
The Enola Gay was my last try
Now that this Tailguner's gone
No more bombers (just one big bomb)

Chorus:

Believe in me - send no 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 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

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 awhile
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 your in

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

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

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

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

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 its way
The grief and misery for the ones that are left behind
The worst is yet to come a hell to face mankind

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

chorus

Better watch out, cos I'm the Assassin,
Better watch out, better watch out

(repeat)

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

chorus

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

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

[Chorus]
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 its 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 kneees honey
Assume an attitude
You just pray that I'll be waiting
Cos you know I'm coming soon

[Chorus]

Pick up your foolish pride,no going back
No where,no way,no place to hide

[solo]

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, 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 your daughter, Fetch your daughter, Bring me your daughter, Fetch your daughter, To the slaughter.
Bring me your daughter, Fetch your daughter, Bring me your daughter, Fetch your daughter, Bring me your daughter, Fetch your daughter, To the slaughter.

[Chorus]X2

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 czars
hold up your heads
so 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 czars
hold up your heads
remember who you are
can you release
the anger and the grief
can you be happy
now your people are free